In Spanish they say, "Dios los hace, y ellos se juntan." God makes them and somehow they find each other. I suspect you and I had similar childhood experiences, Kristi, and we are not alone... Yet, here we are! Alive and thriving.
Sharron, I remember this story, and I'm heartbroken all over again. Your writing is beautiful - and so are your hat and your artificial leather fringes. Sending love. xxx
I was SO shy and self-conscious as a child. I can see it in the tilt of my head in this photo. I have a feeling you were shy, too. I am still very awkward socially. Funny though, I was very bold in my professional life. I had high self confidence in that realm.
Goodness, I was extremely shy. Then in HS, my English teacher started picking me to read regularly, particularly when we did plays. We read the entirety of Merchant of Venice and I was Portia. He was also in charge of our theater productions and "strong armed" me into auditioning for The Hitchhiker. My passion for theater was born and the rest is history. Whenever I encounter parents who are concerned their kids are too shy, I encourage them to put them into theater programs. xo.
P.S. And I do still have social anxiety though my theater background helps me to keep it in check. I wrote about it in a Medium post which I plan to revise and transfer to Substack.
And there you are in the same outfit. You reminded me that I didn't have a white hat; it was a little red one with white trim just like yours. O.M.G. Thank you, Sharron. And I love your poem and your make-believe horse named Henry. What a joy is was to grow up then.
"Genuine artificial" 😁
This was cute until the no shouting part. That cliffhanger leads me to believe her home life is troubled 😕
People's home life, behind closed doors, can be at odds with what we perceive sometimes, can't it!
Yup. I totally lived that life.
In Spanish they say, "Dios los hace, y ellos se juntan." God makes them and somehow they find each other. I suspect you and I had similar childhood experiences, Kristi, and we are not alone... Yet, here we are! Alive and thriving.
The lightness of 'genuine artifical white leather fringes' and 'two gallon hat' led us away from the darkness of the ending. Clever writing
If we survive our childhoods, half the battle is won... I try to focus on the best parts, but I never know what will reveal itself.
So true. The stories write themselves
Sharron, I remember this story, and I'm heartbroken all over again. Your writing is beautiful - and so are your hat and your artificial leather fringes. Sending love. xxx
Thanks for your patience with my reposted archived work. I appreciate your having a second look, Rebecca.
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That's one sweet little cowgirl. She grew into a strong and intelligent woman sending smiles wherever she goes. Both on life and on paper. ))
Thanks! We had our ups and downs and so did you. But look at us now! Total winners.
I remember this one! - "even a two-gallon hat". 🙂
Yeah, thanks James for reading it again. A bittersweet characterization of a young girl's life.
I remember this one. I ditto Kate's comment. I couldn't say it any better.
Thanks Jim! How's that Loyalty Bar chapter coming? You taking some time off?
I know that little girl's storys and would love to give her a hug.
I'd like to have that hug! There can't be too many hugs.
Nice to know cowgirls existed then.
Yep, back in the dark ages... Thank you David for reading. I love your last name and its meaning. So unusual.
So much said in so few words. Incredible. Thank you, Sharron.
I am glad you liked it, Chloe. There is often a note of sadness in my memoirs. I try not to include them, but they always show up! Rats!
Oh I can relate!
Another gem, Sharron. Love the "genuine artificial white leather fringes." Hugs!
I was SO shy and self-conscious as a child. I can see it in the tilt of my head in this photo. I have a feeling you were shy, too. I am still very awkward socially. Funny though, I was very bold in my professional life. I had high self confidence in that realm.
Goodness, I was extremely shy. Then in HS, my English teacher started picking me to read regularly, particularly when we did plays. We read the entirety of Merchant of Venice and I was Portia. He was also in charge of our theater productions and "strong armed" me into auditioning for The Hitchhiker. My passion for theater was born and the rest is history. Whenever I encounter parents who are concerned their kids are too shy, I encourage them to put them into theater programs. xo.
P.S. And I do still have social anxiety though my theater background helps me to keep it in check. I wrote about it in a Medium post which I plan to revise and transfer to Substack.
Do you still feel that way?
Thank goodness, I have found "a quiet place to rest a place with no troubles
and no shouting." It has been a really fine life, Heather, I have to say. Without a horse, though...
And there you are in the same outfit. You reminded me that I didn't have a white hat; it was a little red one with white trim just like yours. O.M.G. Thank you, Sharron. And I love your poem and your make-believe horse named Henry. What a joy is was to grow up then.