The latest episode in my podcast series, “The Storyteller Almanac,” is now live. This one is entitled, “Too Much Of A Flag Waiver.” It’s presented in the Paul Harvey “…Rest Of The Story…” format so listen until the end to hear the resolve and figure out what famous person in history We’re talking about .
It took me almost to the end of the podcast to guess the song. How long did it take you?
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Thanks for droppin’ by neighbor. Peace – “Mike The Storyteller.”
I’ve been ‘clickin’ the shutter since I was about 16. I morphed into video production when I went to work for The Walt Disney Company many years ago. Currently, I still work for Disney. But my real passion and path is utilizing my photography and multimedia skill sets for the greater good. Translated, anything or anybody that deserves recognition, appreciation or documenting for future history, I’m all over it. Too many important things just slip away in a fast moving, fast paced world / society. ‘If ya’ wanna know where you’re going, ya’ gotta know where ya’ come from’ (Sir Lawrence Olivier – The Jazz Singer 1980).
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My husband, Fred, suggested that I write something about music and me. Music has been such a part of my life, that I thought it might be a good topic to write about.
I don’t remember a whole lot of music in my life when I was very young, but I do remember that I started taking piano lessons the day I started first grade in public school. I believe my teacher’s name was Mrs. Allen, and I went to her house to have my lesson. I don’t remember what “books” I was given to play from. I’m sure they were quite simple. I know that now, most professionals won’t start teaching a new student unless the student knows how to read. After all, the piano keys are “lettered” with A-B-C-D-E-F-G. And then it starts over again – we call those “octaves” as the eighth key starts the alphabet over again, just either higher or lower all across the keyboard.
In that vein, I must have been reading by 1st grade. And back in those days, kindergarten was not part of the public school system. So my Mother and Father must have taught me to read.
1950 – Judy at the old upright piano – nine years old
1950 – Judy at the old upright piano – nine years old
1952 – Mother, Agnes, and Judy with the new piano
1956 – Judy at the piano – 15 years old
1958 – Judy at the old pump organ in Aunt Jessie’s house – 17 years old
1963 – Judy at the piano with her favorite niece, Charlene Lites
In any case, I took piano lessons from 1st grade all the way through 12th grade. The teacher that I studied with the most, Mrs. Jordan (later Mrs. Larsen) also had me enroll in a correspondence theory course with the Sherwood School of Music. I completed that course. However, I was not a “prodigy” with the piano. I could play the music, and usually with some feeling or emotion, but I didn’t have a “gift” of music. I cannot play “by ear” as so many I know can. I have envied that gift, but am comfortable with what I have, and God has used my talent for His Glory….and that is all I can ask.
From a previous post, I wrote: I always remember there being a piano in the house. Mother would sometimes sit down and play her favorite hymns from memory, with embellishments. Occasionally we four would gather around the piano and sing along – Mom playing, Daddy on bass, brother on tenor, me on soprano.
1952 – Mother, Dad, Bill and Judy around the piano
I have been church pianist in several churches, and even organist occasionally – much to my regret! I am NOT an organist! While I don’t usually have problems with my right hand coordinating with my left hand, I do have problems with both of those going along with my feet! I have accompanied singers. I have accompanied violinists. I have accompanied group singers. So I haven’t wasted my talent.
I remember one summer, possibly following my senior year in high school, Mrs. Larsen encouraged me to try a two-piano duet. She had me play with another Judy, who was a distant friend from high school and the head cheerleader of our high school. We had great fun playing together. It was a rather difficult piece, but the final product was fantastic! We played “Malagueña” from the Andalucia Suite, by Ernesto Lecuona. It’s a magnificent piece. I don’t remember that we actually performed it anywhere, just for ourselves, but we loved it. I purchased the sheet music for that as well as for Andalucia itself, and learned to play it myself. Really beautiful music.
~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~
Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .
Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.
After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.
Last week we enjoyed a Covid delayed trip across the state of Florida to spend time with family and visit Tarpon Springs, Florida. I have always found it interesting that my husband’s parents settled on the east coast of Florida and other members of my father-in-law’s family settled directly across the state on the west coast. Before interstates and toll roads we traveled one main road all the way except for maneuvering into and out of our subdivisions.
My father-in-law was the only boy in a family of five children. His sisters adored him and I learned on this trip that when my father-in-law’s sister was looking for land on the west coast, they chose their land because Highway 50 ran from their land straight-ish across the state.
I have wanted to visit Tarpon Springs for quite a while and I was disappointed when we didn’t make the trip last year. It’s a small town, so maybe you haven’t heard of it. Here’s a short description from exploretarponsprings.com
Tarpon Springs has the largest population of Greek and Greek-Americans in the U.S. The city is home to the World Famous Sponge Docks, which are still an active working waterfront as they have been since the 1800s. As the sponging industry grew, so did the City. Tarpon Springs was once known as the “Venice of the South” and has long touted the moniker “The Sponge Capital of the World.”
We made an early for us start, 10:00 am. The weather smiled on us with lots of sunshine tempered with a cool breeze. We decided to cruise the town first to decide where to park. The main street of the town is lined with shops, restaurants and more bakeries than I could count. One restaurant with outdoor seating even had heaters. Fortunately they weren’t needed.
My husband and his cousin enjoyed chatting on a bench while the ladies walked along the dock to look at Sponge boats. We coaxed them from the bench to get a picture.
The pretty blue and white boat is a display and has a statue in front of it commemoring their heritage.
We decided on an early lunch and our hosts took us to their favorite Greek Restaurant. Early was a good decision. By the time we completed the meal the restaurant and the sidewalks were filling up.
As a rule, I research a destination to death. This time I decided to be surprised since our hosts were familiar with the town. I didn’t know any of the restaurant’s history but the food was delicious and the setting beautiful. A nice perk was the restaurant provided a parking voucher to its diners.
As I began writing this post, I decided to research the restaurant.
Since 1970 Hellas Restaurant has been a proud cornerstone of the Greek Community in Tarpon Springs. Owned and operated by the Karterouliotis family, Hellas Restaurant heralds their rich heritage by producing a truly authentic and cultural cuisine. We strive to provide you with the finest Greek dining experience. Located in the center of Tarpon Springs, Florida’s World Famous Sponge Docks and Fishing Village, Hellas Restaurant features Award Winning Greek Cuisine and Authentic Greek Pastries creating a truly memorable dining experience. Because of our uncompromising dedication to culinary excellence, Hellas Restaurant is a favorite dining spot among local residents, Tampa Bay area residents and visitors who crave an authentic Greek dining experience. We also have a full service bar with an extensive wine selection.
Did I forget to mention their bakery? Words fail me. When I learned the restrooms were in the bakery I felt an urgent call. I felt it would be a responsible action to cruise the laden cases so that we could make a good choice for our desert to go. Except the desert didn’t make it out of the bakery! My husband and I shared a baklava cheesecake. I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture of it. I guess I was a bit eager.It was beyond delicious.
Since my husband is getting his strength back after surgery, we decided to do the rest of our exploring by car.It was fun having someone point out interesting things instead of reading from a book.
For supper we had a lovely meal at a mom and pop Italian restaurant not far from the Gulf of Mexico. By accident, we timed our meal perfectly with viewing a beautiful sunset at nearby Pine Island. Our past attempts to view a beautiful ocean sunset were dismal failures, even from a cruise ship. This one was perfect.
It did my heart good to see families enjoying time together. If Covid has had a positive effect, it would be that our lives slowed and families spent more time together in the outdoors.
Our trip to the west coast and Tarpon Springs was short, but a delightful break from daily schedules and to do lists. We always enjoy time spent with our hosts. We usually meet in Orlando, half way between our homes, but this time we went all the way. Haha
After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience. Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites, Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix
In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.
My 2020 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.
In the summer of 1974, I was between jobs and DiVoran and I decided it would be a good time to take our family on an all-inclusive six-week “Cross-Country Camping Trip.” We wanted to show our children some of the beautiful and unusual places in our amazing country, and visit friends and relatives along the way. The first couple of parts of this abbreviated trip description are only a prelude to another fishing trip with Ivan. So please be patient with me and enjoy the ride.
As part of the preparations for this trip I made a small table, to fit in the back area of our 1968 Ford LTD station wagon, where the kids could play games and read, or anything else, to help keep them from getting bored. We packed up our vintage pop-up tent camper, with all the things we thought we would need for the car and the camper (I am always forgetting something) and we headed west.
We visited the old ‘Lites Homestead’ in Many, LA where my dad and his twelve siblings were born and raised. The original house was empty and locked up, but we were able to tell the kids about what it was like living in a 1850s house. We showed them the rain water cistern, the drinking water well, the chicken coop, and the barn (with hay loft) where I played with some of my cousins in my younger years. The small cemetery at the Mount Zion Baptist Church, located just north of Many is full of my ‘Lites’ relatives.
Continuing west, we stopped in Dallas, TX long enough to drive by the house I lived in for the first six years of my life. The house doesn’t look anything like it did when I lived there. We also took a drive downtown to show them the First Baptist Church, where I was registered in their Cradle Roll Department at six-weeks of age.
Next we visited my mother, Aunt Jessie & Granny in Albuquerque, NM where I grew up and where I met DiVoran, the love of my life. They were thrilled to see us and wanted to know all about our camping trip. We enjoyed taking the kids all around town, showing them where DiVoran and I had gone to school, worked, and played during our teenage years. Of course, we had to take them to dinner at our favorite Mexican food restaurant, La Placita, located in Old Down Town Albuquerque (founded 1706). Yummm!
After that family reunion, we took a tour of the breath-taking Carlsbad Caverns located just west of Hobbs, NM. I was particularly impressed with the way they had rigged up muted hammers, on some of the various sized stalagmites, which could be activated by electronics, and played from a keyboard like an organ. We stayed long enough at the caverns to watch the evening exit of thousands of Mexican free-tailed bats from the depths of the caverns that darkened the sky.
We stopped to investigate the unusual formations at the Petrified Forest National Park in eastern Arizona. It’s amazing to me how the trees in this forest became petrified (225 million years old) instead of rotting away as most dead trees do. Many of the petrified logs had spectacularly different color arrangements. DiVoran’s mom and dad were ‘rock hounds’ and we bought a few small samples, at the curios shop, for them to do their lapidary magic on.
—–To Be Continued—–
Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 63 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing. He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville. Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.
The latest episode in my podcast series, “The Storyteller Almanac” is live now. This one is a story. A true story from my youth about a journey up to the Maratimes of Canada – my family’s home – and how that trip eventually helped create one of my favorite and proudest songs much later in my life. Give yourself about 15 minutes to escape, listen to ‘Mike The Storyteller’ (and musician) paint a picture in your minds eye of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia and help you de-stress for a bit.
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Thanks droppin’ by neighbor – “Mike The Storyteller
I’ve been ‘clickin’ the shutter since I was about 16. I morphed into video production when I went to work for The Walt Disney Company many years ago. Currently, I still work for Disney. But my real passion and path is utilizing my photography and multimedia skill sets for the greater good. Translated, anything or anybody that deserves recognition, appreciation or documenting for future history, I’m all over it. Too many important things just slip away in a fast moving, fast paced world / society. ‘If ya’ wanna know where you’re going, ya’ gotta know where ya’ come from’ (Sir Lawrence Olivier – The Jazz Singer 1980).
If you feel so inclined, I’d sure appreciate you subscribing to Storyteller Almanac on any of the major podcast platforms like Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts and more. Really helps me grow the po
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When we ask Jesus to take over our lives, we also get The Divine Encourager, Holy Spirit.
Holy Spirit is the Spirit of all truth who comes from the Father. Holy Spirit listens to us and answers our prayers.
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Father God give us the courage to do whatever You want us to do. Give us joy and make life a pleasure even in times of serious trouble. Thank you so much for your Holy Spirit in our lives. What a comfort! What a joy! Every time we open our hearts to you, we fill up with truth, peace, strength, joy, and understanding. Thank you for the Holy Spirit, who is the Divine encourager and the Spirit of Truth. Thank you for each trouble that comes our way because there is a divine promise in it. When we have a question or a problem and when our minds refuse to rest, we call on Holy Spirit to comfort and teach us. We are loved. We have the mind of Christ. We are never alone.
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“No, never alone, no, never alone, He promised never to leave me, Never to leave me alone: No, never alone, No never alone, He promised never to leave me, Never to leave me alone. “
DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn. She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”
Recently, I wrote a post called “Fear.” I kind of vented a bit in that one. And so, today I would like to take another tack. I said that “fear is not from God.” And that is the truth. God has said over and over throughout the scripture that He wants us to “be courageous and do not be afraid.” He said it to Israel in the Old Testament. He said it to Joshua as the children of Israel were about to go into the Promised Land.
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He says it to you and me today.
Once again, I remind you that I am a TV follower of Dr. David Jeremiah. He is pastor of Shadow Mountain Community Church in San Diego, California. He has a TV program called Turning Point. (www.DavidJeremiah.org) I’ve not listened to his radio program, but I suspect it’s called Turning Point, as well. He preaches God’s word, and we are blest every time we watch his TV program. He also has a daily email that we receive.
One of his recent emails was titled “The Calmness We Need.” He told a story of a son and father. The son later wrote:
“The peace which our Savior gives is exclusive in its origin, for it is a peace which the world cannot give. It is exceptional in its character, for it is not what the world speaks about, fights and dies for…. No, it is something real, something restful, something refreshing.” (S. Franklin Logsdon, (Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 1949).
During emergencies, we find strength when the Prince of Peace is captaining our lives.
Dr. Jeremiah:
Years ago, a pastor gave us a scripture and thought that has stayed with me for all these years. It is found in Exodus 14:14. The Israelites were being pursued by the Egyptian army and were afraid they would be overtaken and destroyed by the army. Through Moses, God told the entire Israelite nation: The Lord will fight for you; you only need to be still. And we all know what happened to the Egyptians, don’t we? God actually parted the Red Sea, the Israelite nation crossed the sea ON DRY LAND. And the waters closed over the Egyptians and they were all destroyed.
You see, God is ALWAYS there before us, and will fight for us. We only need to stand still, put our faith and trust in Him, and let Him fight our battles for us.
That brings us the peace that God intends for us to have – in Him!
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
John 14:27
At the end of the email message, Dr. Jeremiah placed this blurb:
When your knees are knocking, it might help to kneel on them.
Anonymous
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Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .
Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.
After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.
At the end of that first fishing day in Astoria (caught no fish), Ivan cooked up the Dungeness crabs, we had caught, for our dinner and DiVoran said she remembers, “That first evening, when Ivan put that dead crab on my plate, I was not too fond of the idea of eating one of those ugly creatures staring up at me. But once I got past the stare and started eating, I discovered it wasn’t bad. Each evening Ivan would cook the crabs they had caught that day, on the small stove in the motel for us for our dinner. Before the trip was over, I had decided that from now on, crab meat dipped in melted butter would be one of my favorite foods.”
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DiVoran also remembers that while the men were fishing, she and her mom took the children on adventures into different parts of the woods around town. She said, “We walked up soft trails with fallen leaves in the coolness of the shade of the overhanging pines. The kids were interested in all the sights and sounds along the trails. Then as we descended back into the neighborhoods, we would see home gardens alive with beautiful flowers such as purple Hydrangea, Day Lilies, and delicate plants with tiny blue lace-like flowers.“
“One day as we made our way back toward our motel, we were joined by a happy little dog who graciously escorted us all the way to the motel to meet Bill and Ivan. Of course, the children fell in love with the dog and asked if they could keep him. We gave them a little story about how valuable such a dog must be to a community like this one. The little dog that followed us around was doing his job, looking after us just as he would all the other visitors who came to town.” She also told me that, “We always had a nice lunch at a diner there in town while the men were eating their sandwiches out of the boat.”
You’re not going to believe this, because I couldn’t believe it at the time, but we went out every morning and fished for three days and never caught a single Salmon. Neither Ivan nor I could ever figure out what we did wrong, or didn’t do right, but I have never seen him so frustrated in all the time I knew him. The processing and canning of all the fresh Chinook salmon we had planned to catch was out the window, and we ended up buying a few cans from the local cannery, so we wouldn’t have to go home and tell our friends the “REAL” fish story.
The bright side of this trip was that each day when we gave up on the fishing and headed back for the dock, our crab traps were filled with lots of legal sized Dungeness crabs, and everyone ate their fill every evening. We even had enough to share with some of the other visiting fisherman families, who only had fish to eat. Of course, that gesture was no consolation for “A Man Who Lives to Fish” like Ivan.
DiVoran reminded me that we had some more fun after the fishing trip, on the way back to Livermore. She said, “IRemember onour way back from Astoria, we stopped at the Tillamook Cheese Factory for a tour. We were all interested in how the cheeses was made, and were grateful for the tidbits of the different types of cheese the tour guide offered us during our tour. Sometimes I see Tillamook brand cheese products in the grocery stores here in Florida, and it takes me back to that family vacation in Oregon.”
Some people might think this turned out to be a wasted trip, since we didn’t catch any fish, but we all (except maybe Ivan) had a wonderful time and really enjoyed the experience, the company and the scenery.
—–To Be Continued—–
Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 63 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing. He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville. Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.
If any of you lacks wisdom (to guide them through a decision or circumstance), ask of (our benevolent) God who gives to everyone generously and without rebuke or blame, and it will be given to him.
James 1:5 Amplified Bible
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“The ways of wisdom are sweet, always drawing you into the place of wholeness. Seeking for her brings the discovery of untold blessings, for she is the healing tree of life to those who taste her fruits.
My child never drift off course from these two goals for your life: to walk in wisdom and to discover discernment. Don’t ever forget how they empower you.”
Proverbs 4:18, 21 The Passion TRANSLATION
DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn. She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”
I’ve mentioned in previous musings, that I enjoy going on facebook. I’ve found some real gems there, whether cartoons, thoughts to ponder, or meaningful sayings.
I came across the following recently and thought it was good enough to share. Someone actually took the time to set out just what OUR MESSIAH IS… in each book of the New Testament. I hope this uplifts you, and reminds you of all the wonderful things our Messiah really is – as it did me.
Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .
Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.
After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.
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