Being a Grandmother is one of my greatest joys.  In fact, my roles should have been reversed – a grandmother first than a mother.  I’m not sure I got it right the first time around.  Well—I really shouldn’t be so hard on myself as my four children have turned out well.  They are very self sufficient, and have never had to ask the government for anything – they contribute to their community as a good citizen and a provider for their family, raising well rounded children who will also be able to contribute to society.

One is a paramedic, on the State swat team, lives his dream on a houseboat on the River with his wife and daughter.  He is the grandfather of four little boys and he and his wife will celebrate their 30th anniversary on the 17th.

The other works in the medical field of harvesting.  He is now regional field director of the south east United States, where he trains his people in the proper procedure of retrieving hearts for transplant.  He and his wife of 18 years have two sons who are home schooled and play competitive baseball.

One daughter is a massage Therapist, the mother of two adopted children, married to her husband for 16 years and very successful in all areas.  Ron is in accounting and has the equivalent of three Master’s Degrees.

The youngest daughter was a career lady until she married 10 years ago to a Registered Dialysis nurse.  She is a stay home mom, very involved in the lives of their two little boys just starting school.

What can I say.  This blog will be about the Life and Times of Me and Mine.  Sometimes reaching into the background of my husband and me who have made it 49 years in October.  Oft times I was a single parent as he drove an 18 wheeler for 32 years.  Receiving awards and plaques for safe driving, he was a conscientious driver who served his employer well.

Not bragging you understand, even though I am as proud as punch for my children.  My terminology is “they give my heart rest.”  There were a few anxious years back in the 70’s that had me wondering if things would ever be this way.  We don’t talk about those years now, for they are a history from which we learned valuable lessons  and the lessons are worth cherishing enough to forget the class in which they were taught.