I love people. I was raised in a family with lots of love and activities done together. I figured out that my job in life is to help make someone else’s day better. That was partly where my wanting to be a nurse came from. The other part was from my mother who took care … More A Funny Thing Happened at the Grocery Store| joyful2beeblogs
When I was two years old my uncle gave me a “real live, Smokey the Bear,” teddy bear for Christmas. Smokey had a hat, badge and shovel, which was lost so early on that I don’t remember them. But somehow the plastic belt with a metal buckle with his name, “Smokey,” on it lasted many … More My Inner Child Is Alive and Well| joyful2beeblogs
My brother James “Ted” Theodore added this very informative and interesting information about our maternal grandmother on a recent post 11-03-2022. Here is his information from talking with our grandmother and his own experience working in the very same mill as she did. “I worked at the same mill, Dunean J.P. Stevens, as an Industrial … More The Mill Work Our Grandmother Did| joyful2beeblogs
Of my two grandmothers, my country grandmother was the one I knew the best. There was something about my mother’s mother which was charming and endearing. Her life had many hard times at the beginning, the middle, and the end. But her last years were some of her happiest. Her first husband, William Henry Youngblood, … More My Country Grandmother| joyful2beeblogs
My grandmother, Nina Alexander, was born in 1901, 36 years after the Civil War. Nina spent her earliest years on her family farm in Georgia. She lost four of her ten siblings, during her youth. (Death at an early age was not uncommon during those times.) When her diabetic father died from complications from a … More My Maternal Grandmother’s Early Life| joyful2beeblogs
I shared this post from my experiences in surviving abuse and some lessons I learned. After I began to learn to protect myself energetically, mentally, and emotionally during the later years of my marriage, I began to understand the very fact and degree that I had been abused. Realizing that I had denied it far … More The Beginnings of Healing| joyful2beeblogs
To continue the story of my husband’s illness he recovered from the stroke and could walk with a cane. Since he worked on a computer, not being able to walk a lot was not an issue for his ret…| joyful2beeblogs
