Ruth Wagner:
CLASS OF 1968
Andover High SchoolClass of 1968
Bloomfield hills, MI
Eastern Michigan UniversityClass of 1972
Ypsilanti, MI
Marian High SchoolClass of 1968
Bloomfield hills, MI
St. Anne SchoolClass of 1964
Warren, MI
Saint Hugo of the Hills SchoolClass of 1964
Bloomfield hills, MI
Ruth's Story
Everyone likes a good story. I know I do. Tales of childhood, teen and adult angst have to be just about the most entertaining. (Sheppard's stories in "In God We Trust; All others Pay Cash" comes to mind--particularly the authors retelling of a blind date he was having and then realized with horror that HE was the blind date, wearing his favorite tie with the red snail on it that seemed to grow 6 inches in diameter). Reconnecting with people you think of and care about is a good byproduct of the retelling of these stories. I hope someone recognizes, or knows the people in these stories. I hope that they will fill me in and let me know how their lives are going. I hope they are happy and fulfilled. (This is a story that I am continuing, over time, to add to).
Life changes a lot when you have children. Do you have them? Sixteen or seventeen year old children? They're not completely mature. Their cones aren't developed. (Spoken by Jane Curtain in "The Coneheads" referring to her daughter's brain) Since I've had children I have a whole new perspective of High School. I have forgiven myself for my mistakes, and I have forgiven others. ( I will say that some people are more mature at that age. But I wasn't. And my own children certainly aren't)
OK. I didn't like high school. I was particularly immature. I was painfully shy. And disorganized. I was faced with horrifying acne that would errupt at any moment (I would spend great amounts...Expand for more
of time in front of the mirror in the morning with a little tube of Clearacil, trying to look "natural". It is impossible, by the way. to look natural with clearacil. As a result of this loss of time. I would have to literally run a half a mile uphill to make it to the busstop on time) I'd rather be tied by my feet and lowered into a pit than be a "teen" again. I never even set foot in the cafeteria. (Again, my own fault).
But I don't think it matters because I'm willing to bet that most people aren't (or at least I hope they aren't) like they were in high school. And I'm willing to bet that there are a lot of late bloomers, or people who have changed since they were 17. I am especially willing to bet that there are people who I didn't see because of my own immaturity.
I live in Lower Lake, CA. I am happily married to Jackson Morgan, a retired tile contractor and disabled Vietnam veteran.
We have two teenagers, Naomi and Henry, and have been married for 20 years.
I am a professional painter. I left my job as a draftsman for an electrical engineer when we had Naomi. That's when my painting career took off. My head became full of ideas when I had a family and children. Finding the time to paint became quite a challenge, though.
We live on a little farm with chickens and a big fenced garden that the deer constantly circle, and try to, (and occasionally) find ways to get in.
The inside of my heart has changed. Most of the time life is a joy, or at least an interesting puzzle. The world is an adventure.
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