In the past when people would ask me where I am from, I would temporarily go blank. A fragmented, unhappy
childhood had left me like a blank slate. Like an orphan tossed on the
seas of life, it seems that I had always yearrned for a place I could
call Home. My official Home Town never felt like home, so, where did I
come
from? Where did I belong? I longed, deeply, to find a place to call my own.
Descendants of German immigrants, my adopted parents where
born and raised on farms in western Pennsylvania during The Great
Depression. They
married and moved to a small town in Central Florida as
a young couple in the early
1950's. Apparently, Mom could not bare children but I've
never learned why. After six years of being on the adoption list, they
found an underaged young lady "in trouble" and adopted yours truly. When
I was a wee tot, on the rare occasions
we traveled to their native Pennsylvania, they would take the time to
visit old
friends or family still living on farms. I fell in love with the
countryside right then and there. I felt a kinship with
the trees, the wildlife, the smells, the gentle sounds, the clean air
and most of all, the solitude. Even the small
town was already beginning to be too much for me. I wanted to enjoy the
night stars
without the
light pollution. I yearned to hear the crickets singing and chase
fireflies from a back porch.
Psalms 27:10 "When my
father and my mother forsake me, Then the Lord will take me
up."
What I share next is not to illicit sympathy but to lay the ground
work for this story explaining the reason for my feeling so disconnected. Very rarely do I dwell on this small part of my life. These are only shadows and ghosts of the past.
I've given it to God and He has lovingly hidden the hurt away.
I think I was fairly happy as a small child before my mother died
in 1966, I don't remember. All I do remember is losing the only mother
I'd ever known
that sweltering August day. After the funeral Dad made it abundantly
clear he didn’t want me around anymore. It turned my already
fragile world upside down. My earliest memory is her funeral with Dad
telling me to “Shut up, what do you care?! You’re only adopted anyway.”
Yeah, he said that to a grieving 10 year old child. I felt like someone
had reached into my chest and stopped my heart from beating. Dad was
keen on yelling curse words, snapping belittling
remarks (his favorite were I was a bastard, and how stupid I was), open
hand slap any body
part too close to him, or glare at me for seemingly no reason. I
started running away. My grades where failing. I became a bit of a day
dreamer. The school psychiatrist was as much help as breasts on a boar
hog. Two step-mothers later, things where a little improved. At least
the
last one
was a Christian and wasn't abusive. We had our differences, but still
she had a good heart. When I was 14 I gave my heart to Christ in a
little non-denominational church. Kneeling at the cross
(emotionally) I knew I was a sinner, unworthy of His forgiveness but
told Him I believed in Him and to do with me as He will. At least I knew
He would never leave me! He gave me the strength to go on. His guidance
gave me the fortitude to buckle down, get a good education and get the
heck out
of Dodge as soon as it was legal. When I turned 18 it was made clear I
was no longer welcome in that house. No home there! Frightened and with
no confidence
in my abilities, I married the first man that asked and in
the infamous words of Jimmy Buffett “it cost me much more than a ring“.
My first husband wasn’t a bad guy but we where definitely mismatched. He
wasn't my 'home' either. Thankfully, we
parted on amicable terms without too much damage done.
After
all that, my current hubby and I met, then tied the knot. Thankfully, he shared my vision of living in the country. It was going to be a difficult task
since we where
living in the Big City, in a State where property was expensive and we
are not people of means. Thankfully, by now it was the '80s and times
where good. With
good jobs and lots of prospects for improvement we worked hard for 18 years. It was
exciting to dream and plan. However, even though there can be lots of
money to be
made in a metropolis, a city setting is emotionally crushing to me. I
felt stifled, fought a lot of airborn illnesses, and the stress of
living so close to others kept my nerves on edge. I fought the crushing
sadness that seemed to follow me like a black cloud.
In
1981, I was working for a gentleman who was also adopted. He urged me
to begin searching for my birth parents. Through his assistance, I
managed to learn who my birth-mother was. After many phones calls,
letters and false starts I had located her within a few weeks. (Again,
God's mercy!) Regrettably, though, I was about 18 months too late to
speak to my birth-mother as she had died in a traffic accident not far from where I
was then living. But I did manage to make contact with a half sister,
two half brothers, several aunts, an uncle and my grandfather. It was
a rich and rewarding experience. Trust me, like all things great and
small in our lives, this ties in.
For
years we continued the search for land. We wanted that perfect location
where it would be our forever home. On weekends when we weren’t
repairing our 1952 Florida home, or out in the woods, we where looking
at land. Dreaming about land. Praying for
land! I think I exhausted every place in Florida I could think of. Then,
I got
the notion to start looking in southeast Georgia. One Saturday, after a,
what I thought, wasted trip to Reidsville, Georgia, to look at more
land for sale, we
passed a sign on Highway 121 for a local realtor in Blackshear. It was
late so I wrote the number down (this was pre-cell phones, after all)
and after driving home, made an appointment for the next weekend to look
at property. Short story long [smile], the nice young lady took us city
folks all around this postage stamp sized county. It seemed every place
I looked at it was
“still too close to town”. I guess she couldn't believe that we would
want to live so far out. Several available properties later, she finally
believed
me, and took us out to this place.
Leviticus 25:23 "The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine. For you are strangers and sojourners with me."
It’s no kidding, as soon as I stepped out of her car, and my foot
hit the property, with the towering oaks and pines, the inviting quiet, the
simple country road, I knew this was it! My heart sang with joy! Hubby and I prayed for success.
God mercifully opened the doors for the loan to go through without a hitch.
Then we
started down the long, curvy road of making this our permanent residence. It
would take almost 8 more years of scrimping and saving but we where
finally on the way Home.
Your childhood story breaks my heart. Im glad you found a place to call home.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your life with us. The past wasnt good, but you overcame and are the strong, intelligent woman you are today because of it all. I admire and respect you very much. So happy you found your 'land' in the country where you can see the stars without buildings clouding the way; you can smell the grass, flowers, rain and all the other good things God gave us. Again, thank you...my heart goes out to you.
ReplyDeleteWhat an honest, heart-felt post! I love your realness! I also know the power and healing of an awesome God. Some things are often so raw and painful and it's a journey of many years. Prayers, my friend. From my experience, things seem to surface at unexpected time and forgotten places. I know. Thanks again for sharing.
ReplyDeletebonnie
I'm so glad to call you my neighbor...even though we are a few miles apart, we are not only sisters in Christ...but we both live in South Jawja.
ReplyDeleteWhat a heartbreaking childhood you endured, sweet friend. I cannot for the LIFE of me imagine for an instant telling a child that he or she is not wanted... Heartbreaking. And I'm so glad that you found the comfort in the One Who could comfort you the most. Our Lord is and always will be there for you.
Your story touched me so deeply. I hug you an extra hug tonight. Feel it? I know that you do. We are kin...Sisters of the Heart....in Christ we stand! Love you, my sweet friend.
We're about to cool off again....just in time to warm up again. How do you like our roller coaster winter! :))))
Love and hugs,
Jackie
You have an amazing story. Thank you so much for sharing. I am also an adoptee so I can really relate to much of what you wrote. My adopted parents were good to me, but I didn't feel complete until I found my birthday family in 1987. I mentioned my birth mom and our current relationship in the blog post I just finished and posted. I love your blog and enjoy visiting. Have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate you sharing your story. My heart breaks for your childhood but I know that you share your story to help others with similar situations. God is so good to have led you to your husband, land and HOME! I know when you are out enjoying the peace and beauty that your heart overflows with thankfulness. You are a precious friend and I love and admire you.
ReplyDelete@Dear Readers ~ Thanks everyone for the kind words, thoughts and prayers! Yes, I felt the hugs from here. :) This journey we call life is what all of us must make, each one in their own way "with fear and trembling". I do feel appreciative of God's mercy, His saving grace and know His gentle hands are with me in all that I do. I pray that no matter what course I chose it will always honor Him. And I am DEEPLY, beyond all words, humbled that all you fine people have taken the time to read about my journey and leave such heartfelt comments. I am truly blessed. ((Hugs)) ~:)
ReplyDelete{Sparky}--you and Steve are 2 of the most loveliest(sp?-well..you get what I am saying) people there are.
ReplyDeleteLiam has Steve's prize books sitting on his shelf. Those were the first items he tore through boxes looking for when we moved up here. He said, "Honey (you know the story on that-"Honey")-you must pack them & remember where you put them! They are the most important things in the whole wide world!"--silly kid..ANYWAYS..love you dearly. Steve & you are the best!! Love you.