Spouse: Dumped
all 3! 1st marriage-15 months, 2nd-30 years, 3rd-1 year
Occupation:
Retail management, small business owner,
house frau and master gardener,
now administrator with credit union.
Children: 0
Grandchildren: 0
Car I Drove: None, I had chauffeurs.
Okay, occasionally drove Ma's Rambler-American until I totaled it cruising
Sunset while skipping school.
Hangout: Angie Villanueva's house
learning nasty words in Spanish from Mr. V.
Song/Artist:
Streisand, Mathis, Warwick, Sly & Family
Stone, gazillion others....man, don't make me say just one!
Teacher: Iris
Farmer, Ann Crawford
Fondest/Worst Memory:
Fondest:
Miss Farmer's wonderful wit and special
attention to me, calling me Miss Fivehands (=Cinquemani).
Ann Crawford sent
me a post card from Paris France over the summer and told me I was a
wonderful girl and signed it: "I love you, Ann Crawford." Awhh, gave me
goose bumps too. No adult had ever said that to me. (don't you feel sad
for me?)
Charlene, Angie and
me laughing til our sides hurt at Angie's house, in Angie's car.
Sitting on the
front steps with Chuck Brehm at night after a "coke date" and discussing
Plato, Aristotle, Jackie O' .....uh, wait, different Aristotle, Quantum
Physics and the new floor mats for his '57 Chevy, and that creep, Mr.
Cannon who needed to be arrested for child molestation.
Worst memory:
Assuming everyone else had it all together--in essence measuring my
insides with others' outsides. Envying others, wishing I was "rich" or
"popular" or "smart".
I got kinda full of myself at prom time,
just certain that Charlie Coleman would ask me to go (did you have fun,
Pam??). I bought my dress and I think I even turned down a couple of
invitations.......well, I never wore that dress. Like Miss Havisham, it
is still laid out on my boudoir chair with cobwebs all over
it..........very sad, indeed.
What
I've Learned Since Graduation
Don't sweat the small stuff---and it's
all small stuff.
To thine own self be true.
I have almost come full circle back
to the me that I was as a tot, when I felt like hot stuff. There is a ton
in life that conditions us to think we are no good,
unworthy, even despicable. T'aint so. I got that I am worthy in my head
first and now it is finally settling into my heart and soul. Feels pretty
good. I'm human, fallible, perfectly imperfect.
The
Last 35 Years
Got married at 19, divorced at 20.
Worked for Colbert Volk for 3 years. Got married to a Dallas homicide cop
at 20 (yes, really, months after) divorced at 50 (yes, really 30 years
later). Rebounded at 51, foolishly married again, and divorced at 52. I
worked for Gabbert's Furniture for 14 years in management. Then got out
of the corporate world and started a little manicuring business. After 6
years, my doctor told me to get away from the chemicals. I won a few battles with cancer
and I am still kicking butt, cancer free for 9 years. Now I am working as
an administrator in downtown Dallas. Charlene Aiken and I share a house
in North Dallas and are having a blast. I never had kids, but I am an
exemplary "Aunt Kathy" to many nieces and nephews. Life is good.
