Archive | September, 2012

October 21,1991 Sybel’s Memories

20 Sep

3pm  Lorene’s house

The days go by and we sit and wait.  We are missing a camping trip to Ouachita National Forest.  Lorene, Charley, Doris, Vera and Buddy have all gone, leaving at 7:30 this morning.  Saturday Lorene and I went lawn sale-ing.  I got a New Better Homes and Gardens book on home entertaining for 50 cents.  I also got, at Linn’s thrift shop, a very nice desk for me.  Al had promised me a desk for my very own when we moved.  This is my birthday present.

Today, Al and I went shopping and bought two beautiful lamps.  The base is clear glass jars filled with sea shells.  We both love the lamps, reminds us of Maine.

Lorene won’t be able to go see Johnny (her brother in law).  He has been in the hospital since July first. He got out for 14 days then had to go back, and later got out for a week.  The cancer seems to be all through him and he can no longer stand up.  This brother in law spent a lot of time with them before Paul died.  He’s sixty-six, same as me.

Thinking about him in the hospital so long makes my heart ache.  I remember 1959 when I spent 12 weeks in the hospital in Portland and what an awful time it was.

October 17.1991 Sybel’s Memories

14 Sep

LORENE’S HOUSE

The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want.  The Lord is the light of my life, of whom shall I be afraid.

I will enter his gates with thanksgiving in my heart, I will enter his courts with praise  I will say, “This is the day the Lord has made  I will rejoice for he has made me glad,.

Thank you lord.

Yesterday at the Barking Senior Center, Al ad I received a hand full of cards for our birthdays from our new friends,     It was a good also, because we were able to move all our stuff from to the garage of the new house. Al said our trucked breathed a sigh of relief.  Our neighbor, walking his dog, stopped by and introduced himself,  He is a friend of Buddy’s.

The senior center is decorated for Halloween and looks very gay.   We had a potluck supper there and played games.    Al worked on his jigsaw puzzle and I played dominoes with Oleta.Amos and Sarge  Oleta and I won 4 out of the 5 games.  We got up and danced around in a circle, much to the men’s disgust..  I play dominoes with them every day.  I won 3 games at bingo as well today.  It was a fun day.

I;m really not good at games.  When I play with my grand children I almost always lose. I played Yatzee and Liverpool with Dan’s boys a lot. Jason always beats me.  From the time ha started school he ALWAYS beat me.  Until one night I finally beat him at one game.  I got up and danced around the room singing,”I beat Jason, I beat Jason” while every laughed at me,  Even Jason,  Hr’s such a good sport

When we were first married we played games with Doug and Margie, and Joe and Barbara, then we played with our boys as they grew up, and the with our grand children as THEY grew up and Later with our friends at West Rockport, and then with the Barling Senior Citizens  I’m still not good at games, but that means no one has to lose but me and I don’t mind.

October 16, 1991 Sybel’s Memories

13 Sep

Lorene’s house  3:30pm

The Lord is good.  Blessed be the name of the Lord.  Yesterday, Oct. 15th we signed papers on the house.  Now we own a home.  We are no longer homeless, even though we don’t live there yet.  We went over to Iva and Orville’s for supper, but came home early because we were so tired and sleepy.  It has been stressful all though it has been good stress.  As I sat in Iva’s living room I looked at the painting of Pemaquid light that I gave her.  We spent so many happy hours at Pemaquid.  The first time I ever went there was with Al, Joe and Dad Mills.  It was a beautiful day and I was wearing a smock because I was pregnant with David.  I loved Pemaquid with it’s lighthouse, the shear rocks, the long eroded ledges left by the action of the sea, the sun on the water and the sailboats going by.

Al always took bread and potato chips to feed the sea gulls.  They flew by and snatched the offering right out of his hand. I never dared do that, but I took pictures of it,

We’ve watched the waves pound in and the surf flung high.  We’ve watched our sons, with our hearts in our mouths,as they walked on the rocks near the spray.

In recent years I’ve taken my water color pad and tried to capture all that color and excitement of the sea, without much luck!   We’ve taken Iva and Orville, Vera and Buddy, Charley and Doris, and various other friends, as well as our West Rockport Senior citizens there to enjoy the day.We always stop at Round Top Farms in Damariscotta on the way home, for Ice cream.

Last summer we took our grand daughter Amy and her friend Simone there to spend the day.  Happy, happy memories.  Happy, happy memories! Thank you Lord for beauty. Amen.

 

October 15, 1991 Sybel’s Memories

12 Sep

7:20 am  Lorene’s house

Today we close on the house we are buying in Barling, Arkansas.  805 J Street  72923

December 7, 1941 the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and America was at war.  I was 16 years old.  Soon all America was gearing up for war.  A large section of land outside Fort Smith and Barling became an Army base.  Camp Chaffee.  There the 6th, 14th and 16th armoured divisions trained.

Fort Smith changed from a western city bordering Oklahoma to a bustling military city.  G.I.’s swarmed the streets, the stores, the busses.  They brought their wives and rented all available spaces.  The Army was everywhere.  There were parades, parties and dances.  The USO opened.  The Baptists opened a soldiers center  on 9th and Rogers.  My brother joined the Navy.  All the boys I knew were being drafted.  My dad was very strict with us girls.  He told us dire things would happen.  That soldiers wanted “one thing”. unspecified.  So we girls were not allowed to date soldiers.

In 1944 “Pop” Gauntt from the Baptist soldiers center came to Bailey Hill Baptist Church to hold a revival.  He brought some G.I.s with him every night.  We gals in the choir had a good view of them each night, and they of us.  Smiles were exchanged.  It was exciting and fun.

I met lots of them and dated several.  One was Joe Mills from Rockland, Maine.  One day he told us his brother was being transferred to Camp Chaffee.  Sure enough his brother was transferred  and he came to our church with Joe.  I liked him the first time I saw him.  Al had shiney blond hair that waved back from his forehead.  He was trim and neat in his uniform and he had a wonderful sweet smile.  His eyes lit up when he looked at me.

I don’t know if it was love at first sight, but it was attraction at first sight.

June 1944.  Soon we were meeting other places as well as church.  My dad would not let me date, so I met him at church and he walked me home slowly.  I met him at the soldiers’s center where we spent Sunday afternoons and went from there to church together.  We also met in town.  I worked on the second floor of the First National Bank building.  Al was on military police duty in Fort Smith.  In the afternoon when my work was done, I’d sit on the window ledge and watch the street hoping to catch a glimpse of him in the jeep as they drove by.  Often I did and smiles and waves were exchanged.

Al was attached to the 16th Armoured Division.  The front and back gates of the camp were in Barling.  He did traffic control and maneuvers all through the area.  So when we decided to move back to Arkansas, that’s where we wanted to live. And it was near enough to my folks to make me feal part of the family again, so it suits us both.

In December 1944, Al asked me if I’d wait for him because he knew he was going overseas soon.  I was reluctant to say i”d marry him. One day I was teasing him and I said “let me wear your Army ring,” and he said “No, I offered you a ring once and you wouldn’t take it,” thus signifying he wanted a real engagement, not a ring on a chain around my neck.  Soon I told him I would.

And one day, soon after, in the office of “Pop” Gauntt at the Baptist Soldiers Center on the corner of 9th and Rogers in Fort Smith, he gave me a ring, and there our love was pledged.  Of the hugs and kisses that went with it, I leave you to guess.

Within weeks of that day, Al left for overseas…Europe.  We kept a daily correspondence on my part and as often as he could on his.  I wwish I had saved the letters, and I did for several years, but they were so personal I didn’t want anyone else to read them.  Al’s father had a sense of history and saved all of Al, Doug and Joe’s letters.  I typed all of Al’s overseas letters to his dad and gave copies to each of our sons

Al gave me a dresser set (comb, brush and mirror) that year for Christmas. (You must remember all civilian goods were in short supply so the military might be well equipted) .  I used the set until it wore out.  Now we are back in Arkansas to stay, and Al is still suprising me with gifts, but most of all I still have his love, and he has mine.

When I said “yes” to Al that day little did I realize I would leave my home and go with him not only to Maine to live, but that we would travel to England, Scotland, Canada. Honduras and to over half the United States. I didn’t know that we would raise 3 sons and have so many grandchildren,  and that we would still love each other and enjoy being together.  God is good!

Thank you lord for your mercy and your grace poured out on us.  Thank you for being with us all these years, in sickness and in health.  We love and worship you.

October 4, 1991 Sybel’s Memories

11 Sep

Lorene’s house

Wait on the Lord, be of good cheer.  Wait, I say, on the Lord. Thank you Lord for your guidance in moving, in finding a church and a community and now, hopefully a house.

We have run into a snag.  The house we hunted for and picked out has a covenant deed in the Meadowbrook sub-division.  No trailers, mobile homes, tents or shacks!  However we plan to buy the house anyway.  The seller was supposed to give us an answer by 5:30 last night.  Well he was shook up by the quickness of the sale and closing date.  He asked us to wait until 8:30 last evening to see if he could get a mobile home.  We waited and waited and no call. Finally Greta called us.  She had been sick all afternoon with a stomach virus and her husband had taken the call.  So she had to try and get hold of the sellers agent to find out the answer.  So we waited and waited.  Half past nine she called, she hadn’t reached the agent yet, so will call today.  So we wait!

When we sold our Thomaston house at 10 High Street, we had to wait also.  We found a house at 89 Cedar Street near Muriel Thurston, my best friend, but we still hadn’t sold our Thomaston home.We waited and waited and then finally decided to rent the Thomaston house.  We closed and moved in though it would mean paying two mortgages.  As we were moving out, Nate and Mary Lee King asked to rent with an option to buy.  They were living in an upstairs apartment uptown, behind a filling station.  They were tickled to get the house.  They had five children.  Nate and Mary Lee lived in that house until Mary Lee died last year…30 years.  Mary Lee was Dan’s teacher in school and he loved her. She let him hum while he did his artwork.  She was a special person.

Our Cedar Street House cost us $8500 and the payments were more than 1 weeks pay and it was a struggle to meet them.  So we opened our home to some boys from Glen Cove Bible College.  It made a full house.  At the end of the first I had had it with other people living on our house.  We had lost our family’s privacy and I minded that.  Also I had pretty much recovered from the surgery I had in 1959.  I took a job at W.T.Grant’s at the Rockland Plaza in the credit office where I worked for three years.

In that Rockland house our boys spent the rest of their school years  From that house they went to sports, Kippy Karnival, band and church.  All three boys sang and performed at Kippy Karnival,  the school’s spring musical and Dan and Paul sang and played their trumpets and guitars at First Baptist Church where we were all members

From that house David left to join the Navy Reserve, go to college at Oklahoma Univ. and then Gorham.  In that house David dressed for his wedding with Karen Kvorjak, and there we held our first grandson David Albert Mills, II in our arms.

Dan also went to Gorham College, Now the University of Southern Maine, and there in that house he and Paul dressed in their tuxedos when he married Brenda McGinnis at St. Mary’s in Augusta.

There several boys from Gorham lived that summer and performed with Dan and Brenda at the Camden Opera House.

There I made the wedding gown Linda wore when she and Paul were married at Ruggles Street Baptist Church in Boston.

That house holds special memories for me.

There Dan and Brenda came and lived a couple of weeks when they finished college before Dan got a teaching job in Lewiston.  There Paul and pregnant Linda came to live several months while he worked at WRKD radio station until they found a place of their own.

Finally, in 1975 we built a house at 30 South Street, Rockport.  Paul and Linda bought the Cedar Street home.  30 South Street was often full of children and grandchildren over the 16 years we lived there.  Parties and picnics, holiday celebrations, and anniversaries and birthdays and just being together time.

There Amy and Jon spent a whole summer with us when Linda was sick in Indiana. There we kept Abe, Chris and Jason when Dan and Joan went to Europe for their honeymoon.

There we listened and loved and helped and gave shelter to two of our sons and their sons, as they went through the agony of divorce.

Thank you God for many, many memories, good and bad, of the houses we have lived in and the things that happened there  Thank you God for the family you have given us.  For David,our first born, for Daniel our schoolteacher/ guidance counselor who invests himself in the lives of others, and for Paul our youngest who has a heart for others

Thanks for the lovely wives.  For Laurie who came to David after hard times in his life and helped him put it back together.  For Joan who has taught me so much about parent/child relationships and has loved my son.and took Abe in and made him her own son too.

For Linda, who challenges me to read and study and be more than I thought I could ever be, in compassion for the poor and needy.

Oh Lord I love them all, and I am thankful for each one  Bless them all this day!