Hi! My name is Sandy. I was born and raised in Wapwallopen, PA. Wapwallopen is a small farming community. As I was growing up, I can remember drinking fresh cow's milk. Ummm. As I got older, I would help the farmers in the area with baling hay and straw. Not a very pleasant job. Let me tell you. Then in the fall it was picking corn to put in the silos and to make silage. Silage is when they cut the corn stalk off at ground level and use stalk and all, including the corn cob. I miss living in farm country. The sounds the smells.
Because my famiy lived in farm country, I can remember my Mother having two garden plots. She raised everything imaginable. As the vegetables were ready to harvest she would start canning. It was nothing for her do 200 quarts of corn or string beans. Ah, don't worry, I did my share of helping her. I don't know how many bushels of string beans, red beets, corn or tomatoes I helped clean and prepare.
My Mother likes to tell a story about me that happened about the time I was around 4 yrs old. The story goes that My Mom asked me what I wanted for supper. I had told her "sweetcorn". But she said it wasn't ready to be picked. But little ole me wanted sweetcorn, so I took a bushel basket and went and picked some for supper. My Mom claims that it was a sight to be held, me trying to carry a bushel basket full of corn. She never did say if I was ever punished for that little incident.
My memories of growing up are pleasant. It's after I got married and left home that my memories aren't so pleasant. I got married in Dec. of 1980. Little did I know that I was marrying a man that would turn out to be a wife abuser. The physical abuse didn't start right away but the verbal and emotional abuse did. The cutting remarks made in front of family and friends. Being called stupid or you think your so smart don't you. Being called ugly by some one who at one time thought you were pretty. Or the biggest one I used to hear alot of "If you leave me no one would want you."
We had one child in 1983. A girl. I can remember one time when I was about 3 months pregnat with her, when he came home drunker than a skunk. He tried to pick a fight with me and I wouldn't fall for it. Next thing I know he has a loaded 30.30 and he is threatening to kill himself if I didn't pay attention to him. Thankfully his father stepped in and quitted him down. If he didn't get into a fight out in a bar he would come home and start on me. Most of the beatings I recieved was because "I have a big mouth and I don't know how to keep it shut". Well if stickig up for myself means I have a big mouth then so be it. That isn't a reason to pound the crap out of me.
In 1986, I was even physically assaulted by my ex-brother-in-law. He beat me so badly that I was hopitalized for two days. When I was takn to the ER, they said that my face looked like I was in a bad car accident where my face had hit the windshield. After all types of tesing and x-rays. They had found blood in my urine, suggesting kidney damage. Because my case was domestic violence they took pictures of me as evidence. While I was in the hosptal a patient was assigned the bed next to me. I think they put somebody in the room with me to see if I was telling the truth. They got a big surprise because I never changed my story i any way.
At this time, my husband didn't belive that I was hospitalized and that his brother had put me there. When he did finally believe that I was indeed in the hospital. He came to see me. And the look on his face was one of astonishment. He couldn't believe what his brother had done to me. Although he never did anything to his brother for what he done to me. I did press charges against his brother and I refused to drop them even though there were people saying that it wasn't right. I asked these same people Was it was right for him to beat me up?" They couldn't answer me.
In 1987, I got a job working at a weaving mill. I enjoyed my job. My husband didn't think that I was making enough money for what I did. He actually use this argument to get me to quit. But I still held on to my job. At this time, I started to fear for my life and that of my daugter's. If I knew that he was out drinking when I came home from work, I would actually hide in the trailer or outside until I knew he was sleeping. I also started to notice signs of him possibaly abusing our daughter. I made the decision to leave and divorce him. I finally left him in Sept. 1988. And in 1990 our divorce was finalized. The only thing that I don't regret out of this failed marraige is my beatiful daughter, who is now 17 yrs old. She is a very loving person.
I am currently living with a man that I consider to be my right arm. He is the other half of me. We will be celebrating our 12 yr anniversary on Oct. 24. Yep, I met him shortly after I left my ex-husband.
As you go through my pages you will hear different midis playing. I enjoy all types of music. From rock to the music from the Grand Old Opry. I am basically a down to earth person. I love flowers, cats, children, good music, good books, good food, my family and friends. I dislike people who are dishonest, hypocrits, snakes and abusers of any kind.
Thank you for letting me share a little bit about myself. I hope that you find my pages informative. And yes I do have SLE. I was diagnosed in 1993. RoseLuvnLady's Page!
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