Well our tour of grandson sitting is over and we are back in Cary,NC. It is always fun and exhausting.
Renee, I did remember my mother telling me that she dated "Hoppy"
I think that was your dad's name. By the way I was going to ask you about your younger brother. I remember seeing him on TV during a weather alert years ago...Is he still with the Louisiana State Police.
Looking back, my stay in the African "Hospital" was really funny ...but not at the time. I had fallen on the ship into one of the cargo holes which was about a two story fall. I was very lucky that I had my fall broken on the way down several times bouncing of bags of rice but still ended up unconscious with several injured ribs. Looking back I think my biggest advantaged was being 17 years old at the time.
This happened in Monrovia (West Africa) and I was dropped off at a Medical Clinic/ Hospital and was told they would check on me before the ship left port in about a week. Well, after the second day I was feeling better and had not eaten in the two days I had been there (I had seen no one in 24 hours) I got up and found someone to asked when I could eat something and they explained in a sort of a matter of fact way that my relatives should bring me food if I was hungry. I went back to my cot and put on my blue jeans (could not find my shoes) and found my way back to the ship walking about 11 miles (no taxi or autos on the road.) I told my boss never to take me anywhere for medical treatment again if I was still breathing.
Renee, What brought you to Branson? Did you meet Ron there or moved there afterwards. I'm still waiting for that life after KHS story.
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Jeff--It is so strange that you should ask about Renee's younger brother, Ronnie. My youngest son, Robin, sates a girl named Jamie and she is going to SLU.All semester she has been telling me about her Criminal Justice instructor, Mr. Jones. Several nights ago she mentioned htat he was retired from the LA State Police. I remembered seeing him on TV several times. I told her to ask if he had a sister named Renee and if he was from Kentwood. One and the same. Isn't it weird that you should ask about him?
Bonnie..It's a small world. I remember in 1969 I was living in California and one morning I walked out of my apartment and walking down the hall bumped into my brother Ken's ex-wife from Amite. He didn't even know she was living in CA at the time.
By the way do you still paint?
I do, but not as much as I would like to.
Speaking of a small world. We were living in New Orleans in 1974 and we had three small children.(1,3,5) It seemed that Mike was gone all of the time and the greatest thing in the children's lives was when the garbage men came to pick up the garbage. We would stand in the picture window and watch. One day a black man with the garbage men, kept coming closer and closer to the window. I was a little nervous about it. He finally came right up to the window, knocked on it and I, hesitantly, said what? He said. "You from Tangipahoa Parish?" I could not believe it. He had noticed the license tag on the car. Small world.....
I forgot...My husband graduated with about 1,800 people. In a class that large, you only know the people who were in your group, so to say. He has always said, no matter where we go or have lived, we always meet someone from Kentwood. He never has understood the "hugging thing." Sometimes Northerners are strange that way. I guess with only 26 in our class, we were "our group."!
Jeff, Love the story about Africa. I can just see you. That would make a great movie or play. Maybe Richert could direct it.
Daddy's name was Hopper. My brothers are Hoppie and Ronnie. Ronnie retired from the State Police and teaches Criminal Justice at SLU and Tulane
Life after KHS. I could write a book. But I'll just give you the highlights.
I'm not sure if you remember. Billy and I got married after my Junior year, so I didn't graduate with you guys.But, I'm glad to still be a part of "Our Group."
Billy and I have three children. Perry was born when I was seventeen, Karen when I was nineteen, and Laura when I was twenty four. When I look at my children and grandchildren at seventeen I wonder how my kids survived. I didn't know how to change a diaper or boil an egg.
Billy and I lived in Dallas for a while , then moved back to St. Helena Parish. We got a divorce after twenty years. I'll spare you the details.
I got an apartment in Baton Rouge and got a job with the state in Family Services Couldn't make ends meet so I went into sales.
I met Ron at a singles event. He was raising his three daughters , the twins were 2 and the oldest was 3.
We dated five years before we got married. We'll have our 22nd anniversary in October. We moved to Branson in 1989 when the economy was so bad in Louisiana. And we wanted to live in a small town where the girls could go to a smaller school.
Ron has been in insurance forever. When the kids were grown, I got my license and for the next ten years we traveled all over the US doing benefit enrollments. It was great for a while. We got to see so much of the country and had so much fun. But the older I got the harder it was to deal with the airlines and live out of a suitcase.
I took a great job with a large insurance company so I could stay at home. For the first year I loved it. But a change in management made it intolerable so I resigned last September. I'm not sure if I'm going to go back on the road. I'm exploring my options.
So that is what I've been doing the last 45 years. Not as boring as it sounds. It has been quite an experience. But this is a blog. You'll have to wait for the book. HaHA
P.S.
Jeff,what have you been doing all these years? And where did you meet Mary Anne? Are you flying again?
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