My ex husband used to say to me all of the time... "Living with you has never been dull and it is an adventure." And my father used to say.... "Girl you go where angels fear to tread." Meaning I know no fear. I have tried everything at least once. Now, would I tell people that's the way to live? Not unless you have a very strong heart.
The other day I received an email that said.... "You've been MEMED." Not knowing anything about MEMEing :) I did just what I thought I was supposed to do, and low and behold I MEMED on someone else's blog. :/ If you go to Laurie Manny's blog you'll see where I goofed. Hers is so much more interesting so please do read it.
Then, today I got another email. It said, "You've been MEMED. OK now what do I do? Is this a mistake too? I mean looking foolish once is one thing, but I don't think I want a double dose, so I went to the blog of Neal Bloom. Great MEME! But sure enough he had it right there at the end of his blog, "Well, now I need one more Yeal has already been MAMED how about Roberta Lee?" Hay that's me! :)
Well 5 things, hummmmm. I did 5 things on Laurie's MEME; I'm so sorry Laurie, so I will try to come up with 5 more.
1. My grandmother was a concert pianist, but the interesting thing is that she and my grandfather worked in the first movie theater in Hannibal, MO. My grandfather ran the projector, a hand cranked one. And my grandmother played the piano. You see these were silent films. You know the kind that were herky jerky? Well part of that was being hand cranked. Grandma had to interpret the music she thought went with what was on the screen. I have a picture of Grandma and Grandpa standing in front of that theater. It's packed so I can't get it out to include it here, sorry.
2. My grandmother had every piece of sheet music ever wrote since before that time. I have the most wonderful memories of standing next to the piano singing while she played. I knew most of those songs by heart and when in my 20's, people used to say, "Roberta you're to young to know that song." :) When my grandmother died she left that music to my cousin. In today's market it would be priceless. But to me what is more than priceless are the memories I have of the two of us enjoying music together.
3. When my mother married my step father, who was a rancher, she was through and through a city gal from San Francisco. She didn't appreciate dirt, horses or cows and she couldn't understand that a young girl of hers just loved every minute of it and to get dirty was like being next to God. Our nearest neighbor was three miles away, so when I went to play I had a ways to go. My mother was a stickler for being on time and that meant on time! Not 5 minutes late. So being the kid that I was I would stay until the last second to play and then run all the way home, through fields of alfalfa, dust and ruts, jumping irrigation ditches full of water, over or under fences and then out of breath rush in the door and yell, "I'm home on time mommy." I became one of the fastest runners on my schools track team.
The school I went to 1st to 8th grades was a 4 room school house. We had a kitchen but not a cafeteria. The mothers would take turns, one week at a time. Cooking lunch for the entire school. We had about 100 or fewer students. The hardest part of the day in school was the class before lunch. The aromas that would waft into our class rooms from the kitchen made our tummies growl and our mouths water. I mean to tell you this was down home cooking.
4. When I learned to ride horses I had to learn to ride bare back. Oh I had a saddle but I was so young that I couldn't saddle the horse myself, so if I wanted to ride I had to just get on with no saddle. That is how I began to learn to trick ride. When my step father saw I had a talent (no fear) that is when he started to coach me for the rodeo.
5. When I was 12 and a half my mother and I left the ranch. We moved to Hayward CA. It was a hard transition for me. From the freedom of the fields, 4H, horses, dirt, sunny days, rainy days at school dancing folk dances in the halls, listening to the radio at night in the living room with mom and dad, the smell of the alfalfa being cut and dried. To this day some of my fondest and happiest memories are of growing up on that ranch.
Well not exciting but to me it was a great start for a life of twists, turns, ups, downs and adventures. It all went into the "who" of me. It's a road that lead me circuitously as it was to Real Estate and why I deal mainly in Ranch Properties.
Now it is my turn to MEME five individuals. OK here goes;
Please copy me when you write your MEME I really want to read them. :)