Friday, March 15, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
I want to share my story, but I don't want to hurt anyone. So, the best way I know how to put this is: my family, like our country, suffered a very disheartening time during the seventies. My brother and sister became teenagers during this time. And, with all that happened it took all of my parents attention and energy to help them survive that time. All, I can say is I was the observer. It changed my thinking and my dreams forever. My mom said I was born stubborn and independent. Anytime she said she would try to help me.....I would put my foot down and say I can do it! I knew if I wanted anything in this life it was up to me. Like I said earlier I wanted the storybook life, but I wasn't so sure during this time if anyone would want to share that dream with me. I was very shy and quiet and it was a great defense of getting close enough to anyone to have to tell anyone what was going on in my household. Once I turned sixteen I would say that all changed. I think I had to grow up pretty quick. As much as what all happened was very sad, it helped me want to be in control of myself and not get into any trouble. I knew my parents had enough going on, they didn't need anymore worries. So, I started working after eighth grade as a counselor for children with learning disabilities. This was a great summer job. It got me out of the house and with other people and I met a few people I would see in High School. I went to Manasquan High School which has seven sending districts.....so out of about 360 students I was now attending school with about 30 people I knew. I stayed friends with my best friend who went to St. Rose and that was my social life for the first two years of High School.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
I don't have many pictures of elementary school, but this year was special because I reunited with some of my friends that I had not seen since eighth grade. Some memories were stirred up. Everyday after school included a walk to town, where I would cross the foot bridge, walk the indian trails, swing on a swing, buy a candy bar and walk home. Also, like I said there was not much social time on weekends. I did go to girl scout meetings. Also, one of the funny things I remembered was there was a group of girls and the two girls next to me were included. We formed a club and it was called the club. We had a president, vice-president, secretary and treasurer. It consisted of about ten members. It was a bit exclusive, which is funny because that is what I hated most about elementary school was feeling like an outsider. We would have dues and figure out one fun thing to do a month. We would vote on it and then figure out how we would get rides to things such as bowling, roller skating and I think we even went horse back riding. Each month it was at a different member's house and they would be in charge of refreshments. In the neighborhood we would put on plays on porches or have pretend wedding ceremonies picking flowers for our bouquets. Later we would play with the boys such games as dodge ball, last one, we would climb trees, and even take one of our neighbors row boats out on the lake and fish. During the summer there was a movie theatre right down the street we could walk to. Many times I would also walk to the boardwalk and sit on the rail and listen to a string band. During this time there were three grand hotels. I loved to just watch when the hotel guests would be done their dinners and stroll the boardwalk with their formal attire including long dresses for the women and tuxes for the men. One of the grandest hotels was torn down when I was about twelve and that was sad. It was really the beginning of a sad time. The grand days of Spring Lake were over and it was the residents of the town that wanted it that way. Something I will never understand. The zoning for the town is when an hotel is torn down or burns down (which was happening a lot also) only single residential houses could be re built on the space. This meant less business for the area stores, ice cream parlors and that movie theatre didn't last too much longer after that either.
Friday, March 1, 2013
So, life so far is seeming pretty picture perfect. This is a picture of my mom and dad. The sign behind them says Stelle's Stones. My dad has on a bolo tie and in front of him is some of his creations. I said before he worked full time as an electrical engineer at Fort Monmouth. Well, he also had a huge collection of rock and minerals. He made jewelry and bolo ties. Our life after I was in school full time was packing the car. Picking my dad up at work Friday afternoon, driving to a rock show on average about 2 1/2 hours away, setting up the show, working and selling at the show, on Sunday packing up and driving home Sunday night. Monday we all went off to school and work and then Friday we did it all over again. It is rare to see my parents sitting down....they probably were asked to, because my father firmly believed to sell you had to stand.....no sitting while on duty as it was called. This was our life for about ten years, which was a good chunk of my childhood. It didn't leave much time for birthday parties and social activities on the weekends or the beach.