
I am determined to survive whatver debris life throws my way with my sense of humor intact. I'm a 52 year old woman with disabling MS and, after trying to fight it out by myself, have recently moved into a nursing home. This is the story of my effort to get through life while living here. My one talent and redeeming trait is that I enjoy writing nonsense verse, which I will share with you. all entries © Deborah Taylor, 2010 All rights reserved
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Weddings
I went to the church this morning to fold bulletins and a nicely dress Hispanic couple dropped by looking for the "Padre" so they could get married. The Pastor wasn't in, so they left. It reminded me of when I was a kid and Dad was at Market Street UMC in Winchester. VA. Winchester is real close to West Virginia, which apparently had restrictive laws about getting married or a long waiting period or something. Anyway, West Virginians
just flooded into Virginia to get married. Dad had long lines all day on Saturday. Dad came home at the end of the day with his pockets just shoved full of money. He and Mom had the best time looking at it all at the end of the day. I mean, just think about if - Here was this preacher with a very modest income and 3 kids to raise suddenly just raking in the bucks. They knew it would be gone when they got moved, so they didn't depend on it for regular expenses, but did stuff with it like to buy my piano, and take the family to Disney World.

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