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carols_stuffone of those personal human interest things, story and photos from the past
A long long time ago, when the girls were little, my parents would occasionally come to visit. And when they did I'd give up my room to them, Jeannie would go stay at a friends and I'd stay in Jeannie's room. Now if you aren't familiar with our house, there's Bert's room, mine, and a smaller one that was first the little girls, then just Jewell's and is now my den. But when we first moved in Bert and I converted a large portion of the garage to a room for Jeannie. It's really a nice little thing, has a private entrance out the back and all, and one window.
At the time of this story Jeannie was around 17 and had an odd assortment of friends. Sometimes they'd show up in the middle of the night and come into her room through the back, we never saw or dealt with them, and all was good. (not that we didn't know them, but that they didn't wake us up in the middle of the night to visit) One of those friends was Sam, an odd kid that had some real unhappy home issues and smoked pot. I adored Sam, he was older and wiser than 17, and we spent a lot of time talking about the damnedest stuff.
Anyway, one of the parents visits, while I was sleeping out there, there came a knock at the window around 4am. So I just hollered "she's not here," and figured whoever it was would go away. Wrong. It was Sam. "Mom, it's me, got a minute?" I always had a minute for Sam. So I grabbed a robe and we stood at the window talking for the next 3 hours, watched the sun come up, and I was sad when he actually had to leave to go to school. To this day I can't tell you what we talked about, it wasn't anything important, just that he needed someone that would listen to him and let him work out whatever it was on his own. Which he eventually did.
Sam went on to graduate the next year and bummed around here for a couple more years after that, getting an AA from the local community college. He moved away after that and wasn't heard from much until last year, when he popped back into Jeannie's life online. He lives in Portland now, graduated from OSU with a degree in math and business. He's currently running a graphics business and just got married. Doesn't come home anymore to see family. He got clean after high school but his mother didn't. And he refuses to deal with those demons from his past. Jeannie says he asks about me here and there.
Oh, and for anyone that's interested, and followed this to here, this is Sam now, at 34.
A long long time ago, when the girls were little, my parents would occasionally come to visit. And when they did I'd give up my room to them, Jeannie would go stay at a friends and I'd stay in Jeannie's room. Now if you aren't familiar with our house, there's Bert's room, mine, and a smaller one that was first the little girls, then just Jewell's and is now my den. But when we first moved in Bert and I converted a large portion of the garage to a room for Jeannie. It's really a nice little thing, has a private entrance out the back and all, and one window.
At the time of this story Jeannie was around 17 and had an odd assortment of friends. Sometimes they'd show up in the middle of the night and come into her room through the back, we never saw or dealt with them, and all was good. (not that we didn't know them, but that they didn't wake us up in the middle of the night to visit) One of those friends was Sam, an odd kid that had some real unhappy home issues and smoked pot. I adored Sam, he was older and wiser than 17, and we spent a lot of time talking about the damnedest stuff.
Anyway, one of the parents visits, while I was sleeping out there, there came a knock at the window around 4am. So I just hollered "she's not here," and figured whoever it was would go away. Wrong. It was Sam. "Mom, it's me, got a minute?" I always had a minute for Sam. So I grabbed a robe and we stood at the window talking for the next 3 hours, watched the sun come up, and I was sad when he actually had to leave to go to school. To this day I can't tell you what we talked about, it wasn't anything important, just that he needed someone that would listen to him and let him work out whatever it was on his own. Which he eventually did.
Sam went on to graduate the next year and bummed around here for a couple more years after that, getting an AA from the local community college. He moved away after that and wasn't heard from much until last year, when he popped back into Jeannie's life online. He lives in Portland now, graduated from OSU with a degree in math and business. He's currently running a graphics business and just got married. Doesn't come home anymore to see family. He got clean after high school but his mother didn't. And he refuses to deal with those demons from his past. Jeannie says he asks about me here and there.
Oh, and for anyone that's interested, and followed this to here, this is Sam now, at 34.
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