I'd like to more about U all, if U R willing to share

I'm an open book for the most part and we'll NEVER meet in person that's probably a guarantee...I'll go first.

Born and raised in Pittsburhg, PA over 76 yrs ago, good gried and I thought I'd be 39 Forever, that was going to be the title of the book I never wrote...born to a Polish Mother and Italian Father, so I had the best of all foods growing up....they were born in Pa but their parents were born in their native countries and came to the US in the early  1900's....

I married in Pa, but moved to California in the mid 1960's with my then 2 yr old daughter....went thru a California divorce and knew I never wanted to remarry...so it's been a great up and down journey but my ashes will blow over the Pacific when it's all over for me.   

Two grandkids Anna 17 and Ryan 15 are close by so my family is here.....they are native californians.....they know nothing else but Calif....

It was cute last night they were talking about going to Ohio and New York next year as Ryan will be in a Junior Olympics vollyball tournament in Ohio next year  Hope it happens for them.  Seeing how the rest live.

I guess I might say I'm a wanna be holistic MD who didn't know that until my early 50's.....   

Well your turns.....Joy

Oh, I was in the UK in the  April 1985, a vibrant 47 having a blast...London, White Cliffs of Dover and a train ride from Victoria Station and all the London sites...The best tasting baked potatoe ever, it must have been an Irish spud.

Hi joy you sound as though you have had an adventurous and exciting

Life, could you please tell us which has been your favourite country you

Have TRAVELLED to..and I am sure that the people were friendly in

Every single country.. May I add... I think that you are very, very brave

And must possess outstanding conference.. all the very best to you...

Sincere best wishes to you,,, Dee aka.. my full name,,, Deirdre...xxx

Hello Joy

I am game for this. If you can wait a little I shall write my mini autobiography (what long words, eh?) and paste it in. I will use this new thread. 

Hi Joy,

You were close to me back in the 80's, and Victoria Station - would you believe I was in hospital. lol  But that's typical of my life. I'll write a bit more later, Sunday dinner first.

As George knows, I go on and on, so I best not start before dinner.

Regards,

Les.

Hi Les,

you like your roast beef and two veg hot.'

I am looking forward to your auto biography. The exerpts you have given us so far have been very interesting. 

George

Dee, My life has been interesting and I made it so after a divorce I never thought I'd go thru....so one picks up the pieces and starts their own life without that partner....that's what I did and MANY do it also.   

Job hoping was much easier for many before all the manufacturing in the US left for the cheap labor countries.....it's so hard  now for MANY looking for jobs.....I'm sure the UK has gone thru the same as your country sent jobs out of Europe too.

I travelled the US a LOT in a sales job, and Canada and Mexico too for business and vacations on the beaches...loved the beaches all the life prior to early 50's....when the sun started to bother me and I worried about skin cancer....  England was my only European country I visited.....

So let's hear from you and others ... this is not a one way street, that's not what I hoped it would be anyway......

Everyone is interesting in their own right.   Joy

Hi,

Like Joy I have never met anyone off the internet, and I probably never will. I do not possess a video cam or even a headset, but that’s me. My wife is different to me, she’s 6 years younger and plays console games and chats away to friends, but she is very careful what she says. Come to think of it I have never left the UK, nor passed my driving test – Epilepsy stops me from driving, because you have to surrender your Driving License to the DVLA. I can only get it back if I go a whole year without no seizures, that’s wishing with me. LOL

Anyway, I’ll start off my autobiography…

Okay, my mother went into labour in the worst snowstorms back in 1963 – a cold night, in a village miles from any hospitals, and the snow was coming down fast. My father, did have a car back then, old by today’s standards, but managed to cope with the icy roads and snow. I ended up being born in Cheltenham (Yes, the Centre of The Cotswolds). I attended all 3 schools in the area, but since I left, all of them have been demolished. My last school is now a large college and housing estate, my junior school, that is just more houses and my infants school, is just more houses. I moved out of parents house in the early 90’s and settled down in a large village, not far from where I am now.

My career is very different that most peoples – I was not in to reading books unless they were scientific and this was when I was around 8 years old, I was reading adult books on science, chemicals and electronics. Most children at the age were playing, or reading books for their age group – but that to me seemed senseless and time-wasting. I would rather be gazing at the stars through a telescope, tracking planets, and sunset and sunrise times. Throughout my school life, I had many hobbies electronics, chemical experiments, astronomy and art. I used to find drawing portraits of people and animals easy, sold many to public houses and others framed my work. I had paintings in the School Art Gallery from the age of 5, displayed in the Cheltenham museum – but to me it was just a hobby, nothing more. When I was 10 or 11, I designed a radio receiver in a small plastic box which was 2cm x 2cm x 1.5cm, many people were impressed how I could design something that small! I did develop other things, usually things that I would want, but never seen. When Satellite TV first come out, people were stealing the actual dishes, apart from mine! I built an alarm system to detect tampering.

When I eventually left school in 1980, I already had a job and asked the company if it was okay to take my ‘O’ Level’s, back then you had to pay for exams above CSE’s – I ended up with 7 CSE Grade 1’s and 2 ‘O’ Levels Grade 1, basically I couldn’t get higher grades if I tried. My first job was boring, not engaging or making you want to do more, so I asked the CEO (Boss back then!) if I could do a job that would be more taxing on the brain, he said he would give me a trial of testing electronic digital tools next week. I spent 2 weeks on a trial, and passed – anyway 6 months later, a job come up for a Prototype Thermocouple Test Equipment Designer, capable of measuring temperatures at -247 degrees kelvin and the operating output would need to be fed into an Apple II. They included a college course, but what they were going through I already knew anyway, so I asked my CEO doesn’t the college just do exams? I’m finding the course boring to be honest. Anyway, a few hours went by and the CEO called me in to his Office, and he had another guy with him that I didn’t recognize, anyway the guy turned out to be one of College Tutors whom put people through with high enough grades. He asked me if I had ever been graded before, I assumed it was to do with the course my CEO put me on, but I was totally wrong.

He gave me an exam sheet and asked me if I could just look at a few of the questions, well I looked at it and asked him and said this is not to do with college has it? He said ‘no’, and grinned. So I asked him what it was for, and he stated your answers you have given in College courses namely the Technical Drawing aspect ratios were answered in a way he had never seen before, but everyone was correct. Then he pulled out a briefcase and said this is a special test, and if you can, complete it in under 15 minutes. So, I did the test in front of my CEO and this guy I had never seen before – they were whispering between themselves but not loud enough for me to hear. Anyway, at just over 13 minutes I had completed it. The guy seemed shocked, I asked if it was wrong and he said no, and told me he was from a group of people whom can complete Psychometric assessments very quickly, but the tests vary and so do environments to the applicant. He said if you want you can join Mensa, I thought “ah that’s what it was to do with by the questions” – so ended up finding out my IQ, which I already knew from a previous Mensa test I did. I told him, to be honest I do not want to join – last time I took the test I had an IQ which caught someone else’s attention, and was picked to take part in further tests. The trouble is I do not want to do work outside my boundaries, which at some point would. I stayed at that company for another 2 years before moving on, when companies were making redundancies. I started working for a much larger company, globally based and easy to get, but with one big difference it was in the Telecommunications Industry, doing contract work for BT.

I worked there a few years before having the accident that ruined my life, well ‘no’ not ruined because I have a lovely wife and 3 children, and in a quiet area. Okay, we have hard times and I must admit it is my wife that does help me a lot. I cannot write now, due to arm and hand spasms – at night times I am a nightmare, every morning I wake up in excruciating pain you wouldn’t believe, all muscles spasm and stay like it for at least an hour or more before I can even get out of bed. I have many disability aids to help me, but I am very difficult to manage, even my son and my wife strain to get me to hospital appointments, got 2 more of them before Christmas.

The possibility of me working is virtually none…. It’s taken me hours and a sleep to type this up! Do I ever wonder what would life had been if the accident could have been avoided, sometimes yes – I guess it’s down to depression sometimes, still missing family that have passed on… Maybe one day things will become easier.

Regards,

Les.

Ah Les, a Mensa amongst us....and I gather from your birth year you are 51....that was the year we drove to California....

My ex was a Mensa type, he slept thru Notre Dame and graduated magna cum lade.. he was a computer genius....he died last year at 76 after years of destroying his body in many ways, he didn't own too much common sense...

Over my years of checking out churches, the Unitarian came into my life and a lot of Mensa types were members....interesting group.

I have a lot of good brains left but much much common sense...

So sorry you live with so much pain....happy to hear you have a nice family support team.    Joy

Good guess on my age, but slightly out... I'm 51 on December 15th, so you were very close. But my age has attracted all the cr*p mail from over 50 insurances! Pestering me all the time.

Yes, Mensa contacted me the first time when I was about 17 or 18, I don't think it would have done me any favors at the time, the same as taking up Art as a hobby. All 3 of our children can draw and design to high standards. I got them all into using Prisma Colors from the USA, they are not cheap but the color blending you can do with them is very clever. I wish I could draw like I used to be able to, but those days are long gone.

We still have laugh's usually at my expense or pain! About a month a ago I was trying to stand up to go to the bathroom at around 4am - I managed to grab my quad-stick and stumbed my foot on the radiator, on trying to get back up, I fell backwards, a second attempt and I ended up on the floor, by this and all the 'racket' I made, woke my wife so she got out of bed and kicked the bed leg! Needless to say we had a fair number of black toes, me I had 3 and my wife had 2..lol  Dread to think what our neighbors think we are doing laughing at 4am in the morning.

can't wait to hear more about you georgey worgey!

its ok everyone...i've had his clearance to use the silly name !!!!!!!

tee hee les ...you are a hoot!

enjoyed your story...thanks

Thanks, Les, for all of your sharing. I'm glad to get to know you a bit!    I may write a bit later too, but Marey is telling me that I must be off to bed (1:45am Oregon time)!  --Suzanne 

yes she must!

Hi Joy

I am not usually into sharing on the internet but I thought it a good idea to get to know more people.

I was born in 1966 in Brisbane Australia. My father was in Vietnam at the time and did not see me until I was 10mths old. When he returned home we were posted to Malaysia. My mum felt like she was in heaven as the army supplied housekeepers and ground keepers to each family. I must have spent a fair bit of time with the housekeeper as I learnt to speak Malay before I spoke English! Unfortunately I have forgotten all but a few words. It has always been my dream to return to Malaysia. My husband has promised to take me. Mind you that was for our 25th anniversary three years ago but I still live in hope.

When we returned to Australia we settled on a small hobby farm in a small country town located halve way between Brisbane and the Gold Coast. I really enjoyed living in the country and wondered what poor city kids did for fun on small ¼ acre blocks. Unfortunately our town was the fastest growing town in Australia. It is now a major metropolitan area.

Although I wanted to continue school and become an accountant it was not practical. I left school at 16 and started working in nursing homes as an assistant in nursing.

While I enjoyed nursing I found myself getting close to residents and constantly devastated when they passed. I went on to working with disabled children for the Queensland Spastic Centre I thought that working with children would be heartbreaking but the children were so happy and full of life I enjoyed my time there.

I met my husband when I was 17. It must have been love at first sight as I still remember well the day that I met him. We married in 1988 and had three wonderful children.

When I returned to work after having my first child I made the mistake of working for a hospital that had extremely sick and dying children. I was not disappointed when I was fired by a nun for being pregnant with my second child!! I then went back to geriatric nursing.

Although I enjoyed nursing it was taking a huge toll on my health (undiagnosed fibromyalgia). The doctors were telling me that I had arthritis and I had bad back pain due to all the heavy lifting.

The shift work was also keeping me away from my young children. I decided I should improve my education as I was working long hours and not able to get ahead.

Open learning had just started I completed a couple of units and got pleasantly high grades. This assisted in getting accepted to Monash University. I completed my degree in business and went on to gain my designation as Certified Public Accountant.

Although being a CPA bought me more perks such as higher pay, private air conditioned office, meals at fine restaurant on company time etc. I missed nursing.

For the past fifteen years I have been a foster career. It started when my three nephews where left orphans and placed in my care. I enjoyed raising them and when they were older I became a general career I have now lost count of the number of children I have cared for.

Last September I had a heart attack and was given a week to live unless I had a heart transplant. I refused the heart transplant and had open heart surgery that was supposed to give me about 6 months to live. That was 15mths ago and I still am reasonably active.

Sorry I didn’t mean to rave on so long.

Dear Gloria,

Thank you for your interesting autobiography. I really must complete mine. I started it weeks ago.

George

Dear George,

I look forward to reading it!

hi joy i am jimmy,

i have 3 children that i adore.

imlive in the uk, and love reading, tv and comedy. 

i working as well as studying and post in a number of topics on the forum

Mini biography,  part one

The second world War Was raging when I was born. My father was away in the Army. My mother bore me in her parent's house in Fife. For some reason that I never understood we later stayed with an Aunt in Chatham. A toddler by then, Chatham suited me very well. I loved to play with the aluminium tinsel I found each morning in the garden. It was chaff, dropped by enemy planes to confuse our radar, but what did a two year old care for that. It was bright and shiny, and there was little that was bright, shiny or colourful to be had.

Being rather too hot a place my mother took my older brother and sister and me back to Fife. We lived in a small gatehouse cottage where my great aunt lived in the big house. I vaguely remember the cottage. I now know it to be a typical single story grey stone Scottish cottage. I remember well the telephone wires marching down the road. They would sing softly from time to time. I did not know or care that the singing indicated a conversation over that line. The other big memory was the day the butcher took me in his dark blue van to spend the day with his twins boys. Their toys were a treasure trove of wonders. I wonder what my toys were like. The only one I remember from that period was a Dinky toy motorcycle. This time was lost and my big brother threw it out of the window. I searched in the garden but never found it. Strangely, or perhaps not, I'm not at all clever at finding things that I am looking for. I complain that they do not wave to me. Now I have a wife I ask her and she is very much more clever at finding what I'm looking for. Often they are  right under my nose.

A while later we moved some ten miles to a small town. It was a grey stone house with a large square garden to one side  enclosed in a high stone wall. My sister and I, I probably just watched her without any understanding of what she was doing, built a frozen snow house one winter's day out of flat slabs of frozen snow. put all sorts of an English shape out of your mind. Our ice house was the traditional shape of a British house. When finally completed, excitedly we climbed inside. Almost immediately the roof fell in on us. Blocks of snow falling on our heads and a confusion of snow particles. My big brother was delightedly knocking the snow home down on us and dancing round the wreckage he had created with great glee.

Then a strange man joined the household. He was big and growly and rather frightening. My father was home from the war. I did not like the change even if he did give us chocolate cigarettes. Somehow that memory is muddled up with my first grapefruit. A great fuss was made of this fruit. Why? I could not understand. I had never known anything but shortages and rationing and that was just normality to me.

Each of us children were given a taste of the grapefruit. Somehow an Aunt and my two cousins were there too. The other children screwed up their faces and pronounced the fruit to be 'horrible' or 'nasty'. I loved it. To me it was delicious and with childish innocence expressed my delight. "Nonsense," said my Aunt unkindly. "You are just saying that to be different." I was given no more of the grapefruit. But I did like it. I like sour fruit to this day. The injustice of her remark rankles still some 70 years later.

xxx