My story began August 26, 1955 in Buffalo, New York. I was the youngest of 4 children. I’ve had a good life (well I guess it was a good life, I didn’t want for anything). I remember having so much fun playing tag, jump rope, hop scotch, red light-green light, mother may I, hide-n-seek. I just loved my roller skates that had the key to loosen and tighten them on my feet. I use to ride my bike for hours and never tire, my mom would send me to the bakery to buy bread and I would put it in the basket on my bike. I remember having to be on the porch by the time the street lights came on. I remember walking to school which now seems like a couple of miles and having fun talking to my friends. I’ve lived in 3 different houses and I have fond memories from each. The first house I lived in from birth until I was 1st grade was near a park and I remember going there and swimming in the summer. The second house was on the same street but a few blocks down and was over a store. When I went to the store with a nickel or a dime I would leave with a bag full of candy. Mr. Freeman that owned the store was always so nice to my family and was just a kind soul to talk to. Then upon entering the 5th grade we moved clear across town and I had to make all new friends. I loved this house the most – probably because I lived there the longest thus having the most memories. My mom had a vegetable garden. She also grew some of the prettiest roses that I would pick one each day and wear it in my hair when I was going through my Billie Holiday phase. We had a plum and pear tree and I would climb those trees just like the boys in the neighborhood.
I remember in 1968, my step-father passed away. I was so scared as my mom seemed to be having such a hard time dealing with his death. I can remember how hard she took his death and I began to fear what would happened to us if something happened to my mom. By the grace of God we got through that rough spell and all was well once again. I graduated from high school and left for Atlanta to attend a private college. After 4 years I returned to Buffalo for about 18 months and then I moved to Michigan. Got married to a loser (of course at that time I thought he was the love of my life, but now I’m sure he was a loser). I realized it wasn’t going to work so I filed for a divorce. I had 2 small girls and was newly divorced and had recently been laid off from my job with the State of Michigan (SOM) and I put my name on the recall list for a nearby county and to my surprise was called to start working there.
Fast forward I really met the real love of my life this time – my current husband Michael and we will celebrate 30 years of matrimony next year if God says so. Anyway I’ve been reminiscing about my life all week. I took an assessment to see if I was happy and satisfied with where I am in my life today. I can truly say I am content. I may not have everything I want but I certainly have everything I need. I have a great husband, 2 wonderful daughters and awesome grandchildren. I have a wonderful church family and I have some great internet friends. The only thing I can think of off the top of my head is that I want either a 1955 or 1973 convertible Chevrolet or Cadillac. I want to let my hair blow in the wind. This past summer I rode a horse in the water on the beach and I went zip-lining. I took a dream vacation to Jamaica. I still have 15 more states to visit to complete my list of all 50. I have the following still to do on my bucket list.
Mary’s Bucket List
Get closer to God
Learn to drive a stick shift
Lose weight and keep it off
Go Christmas Caroling?
Attend a Super Bowl game
Take my immediate family on an all-expense paid vacation
Attend a NBA All-Star game
Run a food truck
Forgive everyone who has ever hurt me
Fly first class at least once
I remember when I was kid I use to think that 30, yes 30 was old. Well today is my 60th birthday and I’m so thankful to be here and I can truthfully say that 30, 40, 50 and for that matter 60 is not old at all. Yes I am 60 and I’ve had a good life but I still have so much more life to live. I’m looking forward to 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90 and even 100. Longevity tends to run in my family.
It’s great to be alive.