The World According to Me and Mine: Love, Life, Tragedy
By Linda Rocco and C.J Stone
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Linda Rocco
Linda Forrest Frazier was born in a small Northeastern Ohio town. Shortly after obtaining certification as a dental assistant, she married her high school sweetheart. They left town the night they were married so that her husband could get back to Wright Patterson Air Force Base by the next morning. They moved many times over the next eighteen years, living in many places, including New York and Utah, and during that time had two daughters. They settled in Troy, Ohio and the author still lives in the family homestead there. Over the nearly fifty years of marriage they traveled extensively and during those years started an aviation business which their daughters still own today.
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The World According to Me and Mine - Linda Rocco
© 2016 Linda Rocco. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
This book is a compilation of my writings, some fiction, but mostly, I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances I have changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties, occupations and places of residence.
Published by AuthorHouse 08/03/2016
ISBN: 978-1-5246-2294-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5246-2293-0 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016912630
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Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Preface
Introduction
Sometimes
Mama as a Little Girl
Chuckie Was a Little Boy
Stranger Danger
Feeling Special
Story of Confidence and Pink Unicorns
Rocco
The Meeting
My Feelings of Christmas
Life Changed
After Graduation
Summer Breeze
A Love Story
Times Change
The Air Force
Flight 553
Somebody Has to Love Beagles
A Special Thanksgiving
A Great Trip
An Embarrassing Moment
A Winnebago Vacation
Is that Pussy Green?
J’Adore Paris
Heather’s Flight
Oh Mom
The Big Merge
Feelings or Visions?
The Windfall of 1998
Lord Bentley’s Cappuccino
Eulogy for Margaret Giovanelli October 1, 2005 By Linda Rocco
A Tribute to O’Dell Hollaway July 21, 2007
A Beagle Named Gracie Lu
Attic Glows with Melancholy
Wow! Little Squirrel
Never Shampoo your Hair with Shower Gel
Life Happens Spring 2012
A Sunshiny Day
Take a Look
Overwhelming
September 18, 2011 Early Morning
Reality
A Great Celebration of Life October 8, 2011
Heather’s Eulogy
Susan’s Eulogy
Jonathan’s Eulogy
Judy’s Eulogy
Howard’s Eulogy
Linda’s Eulogy
Verification
The Year is Gone
Do You Believe?
Mama Gets On Her Soapbox
A Small Tribute by a Tall Man
Mama’s Response to the Tall Man
One of My Other Mother’s Delphia Bennett May 2013
Always in My Heart
70 is a Milestone
Dear Judy, My Sister February 9, 2015
You Can’t Go Back
Vision
Positivity
Take a Look
Who Am I?
Peace
Author
Dedication
D edicated to my Knight in Shining Armor, Chuck, my husband and partner in life, I did it! You knew I could. I felt you looking over my shou lder.
Acknowledgements
T hanks to my beautiful daughters, Susan and Heather, for their patience during the ten years it took to put this book together. They read a lot of drafts and often helped with editing. I appreciate and love a special group of friends, Kim Lipely, Nancy Lysaght and Susan Vogt; they were my readers. They read my stories, poems, etc., over and over while encouraging me to publish this book. Thanks also to my sister, Patti Frazier Laundree, who not only read stories, but gave encouragement and her undying love and loyalty sustai n me.
A special thank you to my brilliant mentor, author Giovanni Andreazzi, for pushing until my creativity surfaced after a long absence. He got more than he bargained for in our friendship and has somehow remained sane.
Preface
W riting has been a tool for me even as a young child, since verbal communication often got me in trouble. As a fast speaking adult it has been valuable in getting my precise meaning across. Especially settling arguments and soothing hurt feelings. I’ve often left notes on both my daughters’ pillows or in their backpacks filled with my infinite wisdom and Chuck was accustomed to finding post-its in his briefcase or handwritten notes in his lunch. After his death, I found many of those messages with the more special meanings in his various hiding places, including his bedside table. Over the years, messages sent to others have often been given back to me by family and friends telling me I should keep them or maybe include them in a book som eday.
It was no surprise to my family in 2005 that I started to write a novel. There were five chapters but eventually it was put on hold as life needed one hundred percent of my attention. A story that I frequently share, is my husband was in the hospital in May of 2011, admitted once again for a mysterious illness, with no definite diagnosis.
As I sat at the foot of his bed reading, he awoke, looked at me a few moments and thoughtfully said, You have to write the book. It needs to be written.
And I promised to do so.
After Chuck’s passing, I went back to that first manuscript, but even with rewriting, it just wasn’t good and my chosen readers weren’t impressed. I continued writing short stories and for the first time in my life, poetry. I joined a small writer’s group in my home town and wrote my first make-believe story. Something I dreamed of doing as a child, but thought unattainable happened, I published a book of make-believe stories. The great part is that when the first published copy was placed in my hands, it released vigor and provided the confidence to find the way to accept my true quest and its intended final destination. My research tells me, writing does not make you an author, but publishing a book does. Five years later, the book that I didn’t plan to write is done and published. The book I promised to write is ready to publish.
Writing the first make-believe story for fun and joining the writer’s group are two events that started a new chapter in my life’s voyage. I continued to work on the promised book, inspired by the writing of the make-believe stories, encouraged and supported by the group’s members, my mentor, and my chosen readers. The commitment was strong and the loyalty to the project unbearable at times, but the promise to write the book and the cathartic journey to what book was now clear.
It has become a collection of journal entries, stories, musings, poetry and other writings, but I wonder, how something you love to do, is so painful and if it so painful, why do it? In the beginning, it was the commitment and the loyalty to my late husband. There were periods, I just couldn’t write or think about it.
Recently, while meditating with my bank of memories trying to wrap myself in the more glorious events, looking for reasons for the extreme melancholy that abruptly filled my mind as I declared the big book
was finished. It was not the book that I had started to write in 2005 encouraged by many to do so. The book is a journal, and it documents the passage of two young people destined to live life together on their terms. It is based on actual experiences of their life, love and tragedies. It is just the book I was destined to write and with this cathartic journey, I have found independence in my writing.
Introduction
T his book is a collection of journal entries, stories, musings, make believe, poetry, and other writing. Most stories are based on real life experiences and thoughts. My husband and I were encouraged for years to write down our adventures because so often our life was extremely sad or extremely funny, but always unique. When Chuck, my husband, told the stories, even the sad ones could be funny. I kept a journal from the time I could write, encouraged by my mother, who also encouraged make-believe which became my best friend. Spending many hours alone growing up, it came in handy to go to my happy place and pretend. Mother read to me when I was very young and I loved the stories of Heidi,
Little Women,
Cinderella,
Grimm’s Fairy Tales,
and many more. Once I learned to read, as with most children, a new world opened for me to explore and e njoy.
In 2005, I started writing my novel, but life had other plans. I continued to keep journals, collect stories, musings, and even wrote a blog for a while. Over the past few years, I have come to realize, I am better at short stories so the novel is on hold.
After Chuck’s passing, I turned to writing to express myself and often to help my daughters with the grieving process. It was during this time that I was reacquainted with a former classmate who was a published writer and that definitely was the start to getting the writing juices flowing. The process of writing and editing this book has been therapeutic for me. It is not the book I intended to write, but it has become the book I needed to write. The unique life that I lived with my Knight in Shining Armor
is my legacy. I didn’t write it thinking I would make lots of money, but for posterity. It has been a life filled with trials, tribulations, love, laughter, and often sadness. With all the odds against us, two dreamers, looking for the same things just around the bend, I knew where he was going, I would follow. My intent is to document that life through my eyes. There are more stories that I hope to share soon, but for now, my dream is that someone, somewhere at some time will find this little book and spend an afternoon laughing, crying, and maybe in some way my stories will help them.
Sometimes
This pleasant older couple takes long walks, sometimes silent, sometimes animated.
They have long conversations, sometimes politics, sometimes religious.
They share memories, sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
They watch movies, sometimes scary, sometimes funny.
They drink wine, sometimes red, sometimes white.
This pleasant older couple gazes into each other’s eyes, sometimes kiss, sometimes hug.
They are sometimes silly, sometimes laughing.
They sometimes argue, sometimes cry.
They sometimes snuggle, sometimes hold hands.
This pleasant older woman now walks alone, sometimes silent, sometimes animated.
She has long conversations, sometimes political, sometimes religious.
She shares memories sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
She watches movies, sometimes scary, sometimes funny.
She drinks wine, sometimes red, sometimes white.
This pleasant older woman gazes into no one’s eyes, seems to sometimes kiss, sometimes hug.
She is sometimes silly, sometimes laughing.
She seems to sometimes argue, sometimes cry.
She sometimes seems to snuggle, sometimes reaches out her hand, but……. there is no one there.
The beautiful thing about memories is you can choose which ones you take with you through this life’s journey……
02%20Mama%20as%20a%20Little%20Girl.JPGMama as a Little Girl
T he first memory for me is of a darkened, stuffy bedroom on a hot and humid afternoon. I remember the streaks of sunlight that escaped from the heavy drapes that were drawn to make it easier to fall asleep. I was two years old and so bored watching the dust particles float in the hot air as my nose itched at the thought of where it might land. Remembering my mother telling people about dying and turning to dust, I wondered who that might be floating to the already dusty floor. Lying there was a great waste of time especially since mother frequently spoke of how short life was and how little time we all actually had on e arth.
Life could be snatched away without warning,
she would say.
The preacher told on Sundays that life is only preparation for eternal life, but you had to die first. It is no surprise that my least favorite things in those young days were naptime and bedtime.
Sleep was not only a waste of perfectly good hours, but sleep did not always come easily. Besides worry that the boogie man would get me, or worse, was the threat of Satan, better known as the Devil,
was foremost in my mind. I loved my daddy, but he was destined to Hell according to the Sunday school teacher, Mrs. Jones. I was certain he already knew Satan from the stories he told.
People congregated at our home for dinners because Mom was a wonderful cook, everything was made from scratch and cooked to perfection. We grew our own food on the four acre mini farm where we lived and there were horses, cows, pigs, and chickens. Mother canned thousands of jars of vegetables, made catsup, relishes, sauces, jams, and jellies because the fruit trees, berries and rhubarb were abundant. We churned butter, smoked hams and bacon, plucked chickens, and did anything else that brought us the frivolities of life. Mother was also a great seamstress making every piece of clothing she and I wore including our coats, reupholstered furniture, made drapes for the windows and her sister’s wedding gowns and a flower girl dress for me. The pinafores she made were my favorite, feeling special and pretty wearing them, though, usually uncomfortable and self-conscious, not in those pinafores, everyone told me how pretty I looked and how wonderful that my mother could sew. It made me feel loved.
In addition to this already full life, both my parents worked. Dad worked in a steel factory as a press operator on a swing shift schedule and mother worked as a cook at a diner. They tried to make it so that at least one of them was home with me, but most of the time, I was shifted from family member to family member. Our farm house was two stories and the upstairs had an apartment where I sometimes stayed with the occupant depending on their credentials.
The least favorite was