Carol Uneva Rickman:
CLASS OF 1970
Rancho High SchoolClass of 1970
Las vegas, NV
Carol Uneva's Story
Besides what info I've already provided, in my "Q&A", I'd prefer to add details on a one-on-one basis...
...My life's been just a bit complicated and, perhaps, unusual, in today's world. (It seems unusual to me, at times...certainly not the turns I expected my life to take 40 years ago.)
Insert: A lot of the things I marked in "Q&A" (like "Movies",for example,) are true only if preceded by the word, "some". My personal standards have changed, with the passing of time, and I thoroughly enjoy the original Walt Disney, Andy Griffith shows, etc. Very few of today's new movies interest me at all.
...Well, as an afterthought, a brief summary: In early '71, I met with a major physical tragedy. (God, the wonderful commumity response, and time helped see me through the emotional side of it.) ...Anyone who recalls Carol "Litster", knows what I mean. (For those of you who don't, I was brutally raped, and left for dead.)
My then-fiance married me. It lasted six years and produced two wonderful children.
I spent eight years divorced and dating, then remarried. That one lasted 17 years, the last 9 years with him in forced medical retirement. (His eleventh heart attack took him Home...diabetic.)
I tried a few professional interests that didn't work out. Goal during first marriage: professional Mom; during second marriage, he was so insecure he stifled any progress I made...was afraid I'd leave him...till I became his full-time caregiver. I had wanted to become a psychologist(not a psychiatrist! The majority of them are only in their trade to put pills in your mouth and cash in their pockets. That's what they're trained to do), and was earning A- credits, when my husband made me quit (cut off my funds). He was afraid that if I got my degree, I'd pack my bags and be gone...not that I had any idea that this was his feeling, till he was forced to retire...and I didn't leave.
The past few years, since he died, life has been kinda' crazy...but it's coming together. My boyfriend and I will conquer a few challenges, then tie the knot...maybe. ...They say, "the third time's a charm".
My kids have blessed me with five grandchildr...Expand for more
en, so far, and a great-grandchild. Yikes! That makes me feel ancient!
I'm a "people person". I love mingling with people...from 9 months to 99 years (The first year belongs to mother-baby bonding), from all walks of life.
I always wanted to be a teacher when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was an out-of-reach idea. As it turns out, they were wrong. I wasn't as introverted as I seemed. Lacking college credentials, I became an Instructor's Aide, for disabled children for a short while. (My second husband insisted that I quit work. He felt intimidated by my enjoyed success.)
To blow off steam, I find a quiet, secluded spot, and prayerfully meditate, while studying my scriptures. ...Hey,it works!
When I go to work somewhere, I go with a goal, a win-win attitude, and determination, to be able to deal with the day-to-day challenges.
My hero? Jesus Christ. My inspiration comes from His inspired words...and the Spirit's guidance through every-day experiences.
What have I learned from my kids? It'd work better the second time around (if we had a second time around). "We learn to do from doing." (Practice some "second time" stuff on the grandkids.)
Which teacher would I love to see again? I won't say...but he knows who he is...and why.
...I wouldn't mind reconnecting, also, with my Counselor, Ken Divich. He took charge of my financial Trust Fund, in '71, and his quiet, low-key moral support was a great help...along with that of many others.
My current age is 57. When I was 12, I thought that people my age now would be white-haired, ready (at least mentally) for retirement, and whiling away their free time watching TV, working crossword puzzles or knitting. I was so completely wrong.
What about me would surprise everyone at my high school reunion? Probably how different I have become from the seemingly backwards, bashful, "out-of-it" kid I was then. (A lot can happen behind the scenes.)
If the above interests you in rekindling an old friendship or striking up a new one, e-mail me, and perhaps we can.
Meanwhile, here's hoping your life is becoming a bit better, daily, like mine is.
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