Thursday, July 20, 2017

65th Birthday Letter Part 2





7-20-17
65th Birthday Letter Part 2
   I write birthday letters to my grandchildren about their births and things that happen in their lives. I kept journals of their mom’s life.  No one will be around to tell the grandchildren about the birth of their grandma.  So I am going to try.  One thing that I remember my mom saying was that she was going to name me June.  I was supposed to be born in the month of June, but I pushed my way out on Tuesday, July 1, 1952 at 1:45pm.  I did not want the name June Bedrosky, not that Rene Juanita Bedrosky was any better.  I was 22 ¾ inches long and weighted 8lbs 5 1/2 ozs.  My mother was Deloris Helen Bussell Bedrosky age 22 and my father was PFC Richard Charles Bedrosky age 23.  At the time of my birth he was in the army stationed in Germany.  I was born at St. Catherine’s hospital in Omaha NE by Dr. Anthony Ross Pantano.  My birth cost $125.25 while the hospital charged $9.50 a day.  My mother could see me at 9:30 am, 1:30 pm, 5:30 pm, 9:30pm.  My baby bracelets cost $1.00 upon leaving the hospital.  Does that mean I did not have it until checkout, so maybe I was switched at birth?  Fathers saw their child at delivery and then once each evening between 7:30-8:30. 
     I have a lot of information regarding my birth since I was the first child of four.  So my mother saved things like Reminders for Maternity Patients, bills for my birth and crib, presents, clothes, cards etc.  I threw out some of my baby things, five years ago when I was downsizing.  I saved paper things that could be kept in a three ring binder.  I have my baby hair samples and a 14k gold baby ring.  If I had remembered that ring, it would have gone to the pawn shop when we cashed in most of all the gold and silver we had for the money.  I even was selling my wedding band, along with class rings, etc.  When I got home I threw the bag that I had everything in a drawer.  Months later I got the bag out and there was my white gold wedding band.  I had lost weight and my current wedding rings were too loose, so I wear the smaller original band on top of the loose rings.  Speaking of saving things, I still have the necklace that my father sent me at birth from Germany.  I’ve worn it at times, but will be handed down to children or grands, or taken to a pawn shop when we need money for nursing care in our later years.  Funny thing about life, you come into the world costing $125.50 and leave costing thousands, if not more.  We have bought our grave sites and marker, so one less cost.  It was a weird feeling seeing our grave site marker.  I am not one to visit grave sites, but I checked my mom’s site maybe a couple of years after her death, and they had not entered her death date that I had paid for.  
    When I was born I lived at 1203 ½ South 11th St.  I think I remember my mom saying the house had a stone lion at the entrance by the side walk.  I later lived on A street by St. Thomas More in a house that my dad built in the so called country.  Too many neighbors, so we moved to 1403 Elm.  Elm street was in a hollow on a dead end street with just a few neighbors.  The house even had an out house until my dad added a septic tank and a bathroom.  All four kids shared a bedroom in the beginning. I was in 2nd grade when we moved to Elm St., and went to St. Patrick’s grade school.  
    I was baptized as an infant on 9-14-52 at St. Philomena, the church my parents were married at on July 28, 1951.  My dad must have had a leave from the army nine months before my birth, since he was in army during his wedding.  Maybe my mom met up for a visit when he was stationed in US for training nine months before my birth.  I don’t remember how my parents even met.  Kids, grandpa and grandma met at South High senior year.  Grandpa lived less that I mile from my house and we knew a lot of the same people.  We were in English class together, and I was the cute, thin, quiet girl with the long blond hair.  Grandpa had hair back then that was dark, and weighed a lot less because he played baseball.  Our families did not have things like chips, ice cream, sweet cereals, pop etc.  We gained the weight after we got married.  Brought the stuff we did not have as kids and even ate fast foods, or went to restaurants. 
      Grandkids that is just the little bit that I know about my birth, more info can be found in my binders. You will see other things like my old pay checks, report cards, and other things I saved.  I took pictures of the things that I threw out like books, art projects that I had saved from my childhood. I am still wondering if I may have been switched at birth.  Weston when you were born we thought you were, even though I was at your birth.  You had dark hair, and looked like a foreign baby next to the blondes’ of your siblings. You now look just like them, I still have a hard time telling you and Easton apart in pictures, and Katelyn has glasses now, so I can tell the girls apart now except in dance videos, since Kate does not wear her glasses.  I don’t think I look like my family.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Happy 65th Birthday



Happy 65th Birthday on July 1, 2017
7/8/2017
   I write birthday letters to my grandchildren, so they will have information of their births and life events when they get older.  I have been thinking of writing about my birth and life events, since I turned 65.  Back in the day, I thought 65 was really, really old!  Now that I am 65, it really is not that old.  There have been times during my life that I felt old.  It really is a mind and body attitude verses a number. 
     When I was in college, I felt so old.  I was a mother of a 5 and 7 year old starting college, taking classes with students so young.  I really did well in college, since I studied and did not party in my old age of mid 30’s.  Then when I taught school, most teachers and paras were also so young, and I was so old.  Some teachers were having babies, and I was having grandchildren.  I really feel old when I work out at the gym.  Today’s Zumba class had the young ones jumping and keeping up with the smiling young instructor, while I danced to my own beat up in the front row.  I can’t see from the back, so I need to be up front in all classes.  I did ask the instructor, “How can you smile during a workout?”  She gave me some crazy answer like, “I enjoy working out. “ I only smile during classes, as I am exiting the gym class while taking out my ear plugs.  Going to a morning gym class, gets me out of bed.  When Pat is working, I don’t have a ride, so I can stay in bed until I hear the garage open, jump up and act like I have been up for hours.  I then hustle to make lunch.
     There are times when I feel young, very young.  We have traveled to Texas the last three years for the winter.  One meets a lot of older young at heart people.  One guy walked 8 miles on his 80th birthday.  Today I walked in the park behind my house with gives me 3,000 steps and takes about 30 min.  I came home and just wanted to crash and take a nap.  I did not since I saw that the bed was made.  I heard that one should make the bed daily, so you are not tempted to go back to bed.  I always thought it was dumb to make your bed since you would be back in it around 7pm.  I like to get ready for bed fairly early, according to some.  It is my routine, I enjoy having a routine.  The special needs students that I worked with needed a routine, and since my brain disorder, I need routine in my life.
      I feel young when we camp with our camping group, go to camping rallies, and visit nursing homes/retirement homes.  Yesterday I walked up to the retirement home behind our home to visit an 88 year old neighbor that lived across the street when we lived in the Oaks.  I went to happy hour with her.  They played song bingo, drank, and had snacks, while I sat feeling young at 65.  She told me that the neighbors next door to our old house moved back in after living in a nursing home for most of the year.  They are both 95.  The husband hated the nursing home, so if one can live out their final years in a home that they raised their children in, so do it.   When we lived in our old neighborhood, we were surrounded by older folks.  I remember putting the girls to bed, and then going out to sit with the neighbors visiting.  We just don’t do that kind of thing in our neighborhood.  Pat sits in the garage in his rocker, and the walkers going to the park will stop by and visit the 65 year old guy sitting in his rocker.  I will go to the park to walk and end up making a new friend, as I talk and walk with a stranger.
       I am thankful for Pat and me making it to age 65, with our original body parts minus a few losses for me along the way. We take no meds, have no major pains, Pat’s pain is just having to deal with me.  The Lord has blessed us with young and old family members, friends, neighbors, and camping and church friends.  I had planned on writing about my birth, for my grandchildren, but that will have to wait for another time.  It is going on 7pm and my Sat. night routine is to wash and curl my hair for church in the morning.  I had 8,825 today, and I am tired.  Before I turned 65, some days I got 10,000 steps.  I am so feeling my age of 65 tonight.