Rockin Girl Award

I was awarded the Rockin Girl Blogger Award from Crystal & Kelcey Thank you so much it means alot to me.






And I would like to share this award with PB & Junk, and Trinity and Daszzle

Dedicated to My Mother Part 3

Dedicated to My Mom

Part 3: Adult Years

Now on to my mother's adult years, I am going to have to put her adult years in 2 part's, so my full dedication will be four parts total, but these will be the most intense for me to write about.

As before I will start out with questions & anwsers from her then I will go into what my memories. Here we go:

Q.) What can you tell me about your courtship & dating? How did you meet? (This is about my dad)

A.) "I met your dad Chuck through my brother Max and his wife Mary Margaret who was Chuck's sister."

Q.) What are your hobbie's?

A.) " Reading, computer, crafts, T.V., and listening to Music."

Q.) Do you have a political affliation? Did you ever work on the polls?

A.) " Vote for both political parties. Worked on polls as inspector, clerk, judge, sheriff."

Q.) What are your favorite recipes?

A.) " Sweet Potato Casserole, Waldorf salad, Braunsweiger ball, Chicken cheese ball and beef cheese ball, noodles and dressing."

Q.) What are your favorite family stories?

A.) " Stories with my daughter only best in my life."

Here's what I remember. On September 1, 1972 my mother and father got married. Then on October 16,1973 I was born against the wishes of my grandmother. My father had 3 other kids from a previous marriage and their mother had custody of them, but they would stay with us off & on. I was raised pretty much an only child. Mom told me that she was sick the whole pregnancy with me and that I kept her in labor for 27 hours. They ended up naming me Michelle Dawn. Other names she had thought of for me was Misty Dawn, Melissa Michelle, and Annette Jeanette. If i would have been a boy I would have been named after my dad Charles Albert Jr.

I guess at around 6 to 8 monthes of age I had to be hospitalized for dehydration and a partially callapsed lung. Mom told me they had me hooked up on IV's and that she used to sneak me watermelon juice in my bottles. She could never breast feed me because she got milk fever. After a couple of days I was released.

To advance a few years now, I finally started school and was really shy. Mom got involved the PTA (Parent Teacher Association), she got me into bowling (dad was my coach sometimes), She had me try out softball ( I quit) and she got me into Girl Scouts. She eventually became my leader.

I remember mom and da fighting a lot growing up. She would accuse my dad of cheating all the time(eventually he did), nag him all the time, She would control his and her paychecks, she worked as a housekeeper in a nursing home, hospital and in a motel, eventually she ran errands for the elderly or just sat with them. She would cook big suppers and even bigger meals on the holidays. She mostly drank tea, and loved to put up the Christmas tree on Thanksgiving. She tried so hard to teach me how to cook but I wouldn't listen to her till after I got married. She would overprotect me spoil me, and she used me as a paun against dad wihen they got a divorce.


She would drag me out in the middle of the night to hunt him down, threaten him, get ina depressed state and have me mix alcholic drinks for her. She threatened suicide all the time. I remember trying to physically stop her one time by throwing all of her pills outside in the yard during a thunderstorm. She fought me for the pills and practically broke my hand to get them. She would get vindictive, hateful, and psycho. She eventually went on antidepressants and other medications. It never seemed to help she could never let go of her past and always pushed people away.

She had a hysterectoromy at the age of 29 due to cancer, lost of all her teeth,and wore dentures, I believe she also had her gall bladder removed.

I remember one time I got caught cussing out a bully at school and I got caught. The school called home and told mom, by the time I got home she was mad. For my punishment she washed my mouth out with Dawn dishsoap.

Another time I was in Upward Bound( a program that helps with school and college), I got to stay on campus for six weeks and one day with one of her friends she was on her way home from a court appeareance against dad and she drove by the dorms I stayed in and seen me smoking a cigarette. (This was the summer between my 9th and 10th grade years). Anyway she parked the car and came barraling at me screaming at the top of her lungs. She had me take her to the people over me at the campus and told them she was taking me home and they were no good for nothing pieces of shit. I took off and headed to my room and on the way I puched a door frame because I had a feeling that she was going to hit me and I would want to hit her back. She followed me to the dorm room still screaming at the top of her lungs. Next thing I know I'm on the bed in the fetal postion blocking hits to my head. Her friend just sat there and watched. Mom ended up puching me 4 times. once in the back of my head and 3 more times down my spine. Someone called for the campus police and they separted us, she was escorted off of campus and I was taken to the campus infimary. I was ok just shaken up. Child protective services got involved and made us go see a psychiatrist together before they would let me go home after the 6 weeks were up. We worked out some of the problems but we were never the same again.

I'm going to stop here for now and finish it up in part 4. Thank you again for reading.

To Be Continued.....

Friend Award

I just recieved this award from Amel. Thank you so much. You are definatly a good, sweet friend.

I would like to share this award with

PB & Junk

Crystal

Trinity

Sindi

Stacy

Randy

Pilgrim

Thank you to all of my new & old friends. You all are the greatest.

Dedicated to My Mom Part 2: Teenage Years

Memories of My Mother
Part 2: Teenage Years

I don't know much about my mom's teenage years, so this section will be difficult for me to write. My mother didn't talk a lot about her younger years. So to start this one out, I'm going to do the question/answer first, then I'll tell you what I do remember her telling me. I really hope I don't bore anyone with these posts, I just feel that this is something that I need to do. I'm finding it difficult to write about someone who's life was built around negativity.

Here we go:

Q.) What high school(s) did you attend? Where? Did you graduate? If not did you get your G.E.D? Did you participate in any activities or clubs?

A.) " Sarah Scott, 8th Grade; 9th grade at Shakamak; High School at Wiley 1 1/2 years, Quit. Got G.E.D. in 1986; was in Y-teens at Wiley"

Q.) When did you start dating? Did you have a curfew? What kinds of things did you do on dates? Do you remember your first love?

A.) "I dated behind mom's back, was not allowed to date. Was raped at age 14. First true love Terry Bealmer."

Q.) What did you read?

A.) "Not much, mostly romance and murder magazines"

Q.) Did you have a job? Doing what? How much did you earn?

A.) "Worked at A&W restaurant at 16; Heap Big Beef at 18; Waitress work."

Q.) What was your first car? Did you buy it yourself? What color was it?

A.) " Do not remember, didn't get license til 21; Price of gas was .23 a gal. ---Gas wars."

I remember mom telling me that she got married at the age of 17 to Melvin"Butch" Mitchell and divorced by age 18. She married again at age 18 to George E. Bell and divorced him by age 19.

When she was raped at age 14 it happened when her mother wasn't home and she called a friend who came over and helped her clean up the mess. She never said that she told anyone other than that friend. I also remember her saying that if she didn't start her menstrual cycles on time her mother would try to force her too. She never said how that was done and I think I wouldn't ever want to know. Like I said this is extremely hard for me to write because I was hardly ever told of her childhood. The only things she did bring up on rare occasions was heartache and abuse. It does however explain lightly why she was a severe depressive person in her adult years, which I will continue in part 3.

In the pic above that is my mom with her brother John.

Hope I'm not boring all of you with this and I apologize for this depressing subject with the holidays getting closer but like I said I feel that I somehow need to do this.

To be continued.......

Dedicated to My Mother

In Memory of My Mother
Part 1: Childhood Years

This blog is dedicated to my mother Brenda Jeanette Presnell. It is a form of therapy for me and a way for me to keep her memory alive. It will also be the hardest thing I will do.

On December 12, 1951; my mother was born into a family with a father, mother, and four older brothers, Tom, Max, Ron and John. I'm not totally positive of some of her childhood other than she grew up around her brother John more than her other brothers.


I made a questionaire a few years back about different aspects of life. To understand her childhood better, I will list some of the questions with there anwsers. Here goes:

Q.) How easily or often did you get into mischeif? Why? What was your punishment?
Were your parents strict?

A.) " Not often. Got terrible whippons from mother, dad left when I was 5. Mom tried to
raise us."

Q.) What stands out in your mind about your relatives? Did you have a favorite relative?
Why? Did you do anything special with that relative?

A.) " My grandma and Aunt Ruth, my only salvation. We went to the meat market, blackberry picking, mushroom hunting, killed chickens, and learned to play solitaire."

Q.) How far was school from your house? How did you get there? Does anyone stand out in your mind as having a large influence on you? How were your grades?

A.) "School was about 1/2 mile whereever we lived. Mrs Failing's birthday & mine same day. Had her for 1st and 2nd grade. Not good grades moved to much. Different school every year after 1st and 2nd grade."

Q.) What experience did you have with death as a child? What funeral or burial customs were followed?

A.) "Had grandpa die & uncles. My grandma had caskets with bodies in them to view at home till burial."

There are several other questions I had asked her but those are a few. To end out her childhood before her teenage years, I remember her telling me that they moved around a lot and I guess things could get pretty violent. During one of her parents fights an ashtray was tossed across the room and it hit her eyebrow and busted it open. I rarely ever heard her talk of anything postive from her childhood.

I'm going to end part 1 here and tell you more about her in Part 2: teenage years. In doing this I hope to understand more about her for myself.

To Be Continued......

Thanks for reading!!!!