Pamela Robinson:  

CLASS OF 1966
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Grand island, NE

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I live in a rural area about 24 miles outside of Jackson, MS on 20 acres of wooded land. We have a 1/2 acre pond fully stocked with Brim and Bass, a small hen house so we have fresh eggs every day, a greenhouse where I can keep my plants in the winter and start new plants every Spring. I have an herb garden so we always have fresh herbs, plus pear trees, apple trees, blueberry bushes and plenty of space for my husband to have a garden every year. My husband and I like to make jam and can pie filling from all the fresh fruit. We built our current home on this property 20 years ago and retired five years ago. It has taken us several years to build all the extras on the property, but it has been worth all the work. We would like to be able to be self sufficient for as much of our food as possible. I have always been a city girl, so my family was astonished when I told them where we were going to build our home. They asked me, "how do you know you're going to like living in the country?" And I told them, " all I know is that I've always wanted to live in the country, so I'm going to do it." The first first flock of chickens we got were mine to clean up after, water and feed. We had ten hens and I named every one of them. The hen house and chicken yard were totally surrounded by fencing so the chickens could not get out unless we let them out which we did every day because we had read that eggs from free range chickens were healthier. Every day after work and on the weekends, I would go out to the chicken yard and when the hens saw me coming, they would run straight for me and if I bent down and opened my arms, they would run straight into my arms and let me hold them. In other words, they turned into pets. Well, after about 3 years, hens don't lay very well and it was time to get new stock, so we had to use the older hens for meals. When the day came to kill the first hen, my husband asked me which one did I want him to kill first, I told him to just pick one and not tell me which one it was! He caught and killed a hen, blanched it in hot water and pulled the feathers out, cleaned it and cut it up and brought it to me ready to cook. I made chicken and dumplings for supper that night. We sat down at the table and served the chicken and dumplings onto our plates and. . .neither of us could eat a bite! I felt like I was about to eat my best friend! If our survival depended on eating our hens, I'm pretty sure I could do it, but for now all domestic animals on our farm live very long lives and die from old age. My husband hunts every year during hunting season and our two freezers are full of deer meat. We haven't had to buy beef for almost 6 years. My husband processes his own deer meat and makes sausage, hamburger, steaks, stew meat and roasts out of it. We have six children, eight grandchildren and 1 great grandson and 1 great granddaughter. When you add other family members and friends we want to buy gifts for, our Christmas gift list is very, very long. We try to improvise to enable us to be able to afford to give each one a gift. For example, I wrap a small inexpensive gift for my sister (she moved to Mississippi about 20 years ago), but we also cut, split, stack and deliver a truck full of firewood to her house for her to enjoy in her fireplace. That's a pretty good gift when you consider that buying one cord of firewood here costs from $185 - $200. We probably burn at least 2 cords of firewood in our own fireplace every winter. It's a lot of work, but it's free fuel! With all the trees on our land, my husband always has plenty of firewood cut, split and stacked for us to use in our fireplace. We don't live an exciting life, but it sure is a good life. Actually though, we have had some excitement. My husband was given a one week Caribbean cruise from his employer on a Royal Caribbean cruise ship called, Song of America. It had been named Cruise Ship of the Year the year prior to our trip. We visited Puerto Rico, St. Thomas and several other ports. The ship had a beauty salon, a movie theater, a work out room, a casino, shops to spend all your money in and all kinds of free activities planned for every age group. There are many opportunities to eat, fresh pastries on deck at the bakery at sunrise, then it's time for breakfast, then a mid morning snack, lunch, ice cream on deck during the mid afternoon and dinner in the evening, at midnight there is the Captain's dinner, not to mention the fruit basket in your room that was kept full of fresh fruit and the mint you found on your pillow every night. Everybody should go on at least one cruise, it's fabulous. A few years later, my husband won an all expense paid trip to Hawaii for one week, the problem was I have a flying phobia. But my husband really wanted to go on this trip so I agreed to go and we stayed at a hotel right next to the airport the night before we were supposed to leave. My husband said he woke up at 5:00 a.m. and I was curled up in the fetal position shaking like a Chihuahua. Needless to say I couldn't get on the plane. My husband called the travel people to try to reschedule the trip, which they will rarely agree to do, usually if you don't make your scheduled flight, you lose the trip. But they agreed to reschedule our trip with the understanding that I would go through 6 weeks of phobia training to see if it would help. During the sessions, my therapist did some hypnosis on me and at one point asked me how many take offs and landings we would have on the trip. We looked at our tickets and it showed three take offs and landings, because we were staying on Oahu, but planned to make a day trip to Maui as well. My therapist told me if I had any problem on the trip, I could call him, night or day. At the end of the six weeks of therapy, I manage to get on the plane. But we found that we had one more take off and landing than showed up on our tickets, but I still managed to make every plane change. Hawaii was beautiful and I was absolutely astonished when we approached for landing on Oahu and saw that Diamond Head really does exist! It's one thing to see pictures in a book and quite something else to see it in real life! We had signed up for a lot of tourist trips, but finally decided to cancel those activities and just rent a car and go wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted and that was a lot more fun! The air in Hawaii is different from any place else I have ever been. There is a constant ocean breeze and it feels like feathers constantly brushing against your skin! After one glorious week in Hawaii enjoying the cliff divers, the botanical gardens, the shopping...Expand for more
, the luau, the restaurants and all the rest, it was time to go home and I managed to get back on the plane, so far my therapy was working great! Until we reached the airport in Salt Lake City, Utah . . . . .I couldn't get on the next plane! I had run out of take offs and landings! I called my therapist and he tried to use psychology on me by telling me that I was in control and that I could get on the plane if I wanted to, but I didn't have to if I didn't want to. I told him, "You are absolutely right and I'm not getting back on any plane!" His psychology didn't work so well this time. So my husband and I started trying to decide what to do. I couldn't rent a car because it was going to cost $1,500.00, I couldn't take a train, but I can't remember what the problem was anymore; the only thing left was a bus. My husband had to get back on the plane and leave me there because he had to be back at work the next day. I had no luggage, it was already on the plane. No toothbrush, toothpaste, no shampoo, no blow dryer, no deodorant and no change of clothes at all. I got a taxi to take me to the bus station and I bought a ticket and 2 hours later I was on a bus headed for Mississippi, it would take two more days to get home. However, it turned out to be the best part of the whole trip! When I got on the bus, it was nearly full. I decided that the safest place to sit would be right behind the driver, so that's where I sat. This was in the middle of February and the bus route took us straight through the Rocky Mountains. It had snowed and all the ground, rocks and trees were covered in a blanket of the whitest snow I have ever seen. At night the full moon made the snow look like it was glowing, it was beautiful! It was like riding through a picture post card and my husband was missing it!!! The second day I moved two or three rows further back from the driver because there were a few more empty seats. The scenery was magnificent and I was really enjoying the trip. By the morning of the third day, without toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant or a change of clothes, I had the whole front half of the bus to myself, all the other passengers had moved toward the back. Things had really worked out for me! To this day, I tell my husband I don't know which was better, the week in Hawaii or the 2 1/2 days bus ride! A few years later, my husband came home from work and said to me, "I'm bored. I'm tired of going to work and coming home and never doing anything interesting!" I told him, 'Well, find something interesting to do!" He replied, " I already have, I want to buy a motorcycle" I couldn't believe my ears, of all things a motorcycle. Those things are nothing but suicide machines, I said to myself! However, he was a grown man and I was his wife, not his Mama, so I told him, " Okay, if you want a motorcycle, get one, but you have to agree to three things. First, you have to agree to take a motorcycle safety riding course, second, you have to agree not to hassle me about riding on a motorcycle with you and third you have to agree to buy the best helmet on the market. He agreed to all my demands and began looking for the motorcycle of his dreams. On a Saturday, about two weeks later, he comes home with his motorcycle, a Honda Shadow. He came running into the kitchen to tell me his news and he wanted me to come outside to see his new motorcycle. However, I noticed something very odd, he was carrying two new helmets. I asked him, "why did you buy two helmets?" He answered, "Well, just in case you ever wanted to go for a ride with me." I was miffed and quickly reminded him that he agreed not to include me in his riding plans and not to hassle me about it. He told me that he wasn't hassling me, I had asked him a question and he had answered it, that's all there was to it. For the next three weeks he practiced riding that bike nearly every day, he was having a great time on it. He had gotten pretty confident on the bike and then it started, every time he got ready to go for a ride he would ask me, "Do you want to go with me for a ride?" I always said, "No!", but after a month of being hassled I wanted to put a stop to it so I finally told him. "Okay, I will go on a ride with you under one condition. You can take me on a fifteen minute ride and if I don't like it, you will bring me home and never, ever again ask me to go riding with you. Agreed?" He agreed, so I put on my new helmet and off we went. After a fifteen minute ride we returned home and I was shocked to discover that I was hooked, I absolutely loved the ride! After we had gotten off the bike I told him. "You know, my legs kind of get cramped on such a small bike, can we go look for a bigger bike that will be more comfortable for me on longer rides. He agreed and three weeks later on the day before Christmas we rode out of the Honda dealership on a brand spanking new 8' long Honda 1500. It had a CB with headphones in our helmets and push button controls for both the driver and passenger. We could talk to each other or anyone else who had a CB on their truck, car, motor home or motorcycle. It had arm rests on my seat and when I sat back in the seat it was like sitting in a recliner. We rode 150 miles on the bike that Christmas Eve day. After that, every day when I got home from work, I would grab my helmet and stand out on the end of the driveway, next to the street and wait for Eddie to get home to take me for a ride. We began taking trips on our motorcycle, once we went to St. Louis, we rode to Nebraska to visit my family, my husband rode to the Florida Keys. We rode everywhere in Mississippi, we rode to the Grand Canyon, we went to the Smokey Mountains at least seven times, Michigan and eventually to Canada and back home. We did not take a truck to tow the bike, we rode the bike rain or shine, all the way to our destination and back home again. In a little over five years we rode our motorcycle 230,000 miles. We joined a motorcycle Chapter and made many life long friends, it was the greatest adventure I've ever had, it was the best five years of my life! We have gotten older and my husband and I realize that he can no longer safely ride a motorcycle so that chapter of our lives is closed, but there are always new ones to look forward to. My life hasn't turned out exactly like I thought it would, it's a thousand times better! I am living a life much better than my childhood dreams and I am so grateful for that. I have more stories to tell, but I will save them for later when, hopefully, I will hear from some of you who might remember me. I am very interested in hearing your stories, too.
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