Wow! I’m finding it very hard to write about myself.
Actually, when it was suggested that I have a web site, I was a lot like our little lambs when they see a gate for the first time: they can’t decide how to go through it or around it or behind it.
However, when I realized I could use my grandchildren’s photography, art and maybe some videos of their acting and singing, I was there!
Yes, I could do a website about me!
So, if you want to know about me, first of all, I am the quintessential grandmother: I love talking about my eight grandchildren – not to mention our three amazing children and their mates!
A native Georgian, I was born at my Uncle and Aunt’s house during World War II near Kathleen, GA, an unincorporated town. They lived on the land my uncle had inherited and where he was as we say, “a GA red dirt farmer.” And, as I grew up, I found out his wisdom tracked all the way back to the mighty Cherokee.
They had lost two babies and had no children. Housing and labor was short during the war, and my father had been hired as a guard at Warner Robins Air Force Base. The four adults, my older brother and sister, and now, a brand new baby all in a two bedroom cottage.
We later moved to my father’s family home in Eastman, GA where I learned to love the farm and all the animals. Still, even at 73, some of my most fulfilling moments are in my little organic garden or in the pasture with the sheep and goats.
When we moved back to middle GA, we settled near Perry. I was in the sixth grade and was thrust into a high academic environment where we were expected to not only be top in the State in academics, debate, literary and all else, we were expected to maintain our National reputation in basketball – a small school with a big reputation. Moving there changed my life in so many ways. My teachers took special interest in me, but then, I suspect they did in all their students. I grew.
Following my graduation in 1961 from Perry High School, I went to Tift College in Forsyth, an all-girl college. We were taught high standards in every area, and I learned to never leave the dorm in flat shoes and without my gloves. Yes. Those were important to Southern ladies as were our classes in chemistry, algebra, and all else. Known as “Tift girls,” we were expected to know how to eat fried chicken with a fork and be able to discuss world politics with the best. It was a wonderful time, and treasured.
I later transferred to Mercer University, graduating in 1965 with a B.A. in English Literature and Minor in Spanish. I was privileged to study under brilliant professors whose legacies are still alive. Mercer is a “one of a kind” university – small enough yet intensive enough to produce graduates who are world-changers.
My next years were happily filled with pastoring churches in Valdosta, GA, Louisville, KY, Blakely, GA and in Atlanta and in teaching high school English. When the children were small and I felt I needed to be home with them, I was a newspaper writer for the Early County News and the Neighbor Newspapers in Atlanta.
A short commitment to tutor one summer led to tutoring over 60 elementary students and later, I started a private high school in Conyers, GA – Springs Academy that served high achievers, with all sorts of singing and acting abilities as well as learning and behavior problems. It was a happy and wild time!
Some of you know my husband, Glenn. He is minister, prayer leader, and international speaker and teacher. We have been married for 52 years and share so many happy memories and magical moments from all around the world. Our “international family” is large and close to our hearts.
All three children are “History Makers”, fulfilling their call and destinies in Northern Ireland, Boston, and right here in Kansas City.
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