This Is the House That Built Me: My Little Midwestern Story

By Tina blooms

The simple life was no longer.

As Wedded Bliss and Other Myths is written, the farmers daughter is experiencing more scenarios never encountered before. The abusive first marriage and divorce lead to a fantasy love affair that is riveting down to the last detail.

Out of the Depths details the life as a single mother. The tears and triumphs were born from being both mother and father. Alongside these true memories will be the necessary union that held great secrets on the other side.

Books four and five are in the works.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: May 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781489702012

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ISBN: 978-1-4897-0200-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4897-0201-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014907724

LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 05/15/2014

CONTENTS

Prologue

Innocence

Strike One….

Strike Two….

Strike Three….

The Sixties

You Have A Friend In Me.

Happy Memories…….

The Seventies…..

The Great Liar

Worldly Possessions

Memorium…First…. My Hero, My Dad

The Funeral

Mom…Five Foot Two And Eyes Of Blue

Now to begin…

Where to begin? Why begin?

Allow me put it this way… XUSEME…

The Farmer’s Daughter

I DO have an opinion…… as usual.

The phrase for the 90’s was,

‘A mind is a terrible thing to waste’.

The brain also has a convenient way of blocking out

painful memories or trauma, until it is ready to deal with that memory.

I suppose writing this journal is….

My way of dealing.

PROLOGUE

I can remember many good memories growing up on the farm in Midwest.

Corn and soy beans grew as far as the eye can see.

Up at dawn or before was a

peaceful uncomplicated life.

Rural America has many advantages.

Most precious of all is security, stability and familiarity.

There is a lot of love in a small town.

Caring that goes on for generations unconditionally.

Small towns are not exempt from prejudice and bias.

It just does not seem to affect the attitudes and rationale of those folks.

The problems seem to come later on by living in such a protected world and leaving it.

Tackling the ‘real world’ can be scary when you come from such an environment.

Learning to cope with that fear and disappointment is the big challenge.

I suppose I am on the ‘tail end’ of the baby boomer generation.

I never gave that a second thought until age 50.

We were not the confused generation, after all.

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INNOCENCE

A big oak tree that I used to lay under,

on that soft bed of clover, after a hard day at school was the center of my daydreaming.

I lay with my hands up behind my head, watching the clouds imagining the world.

The shapes were intense and sometimes gave me peace.

The John Deere tractor was my earliest memory of dreaming about a different world out there somewhere.

Transportation!

I suppose I hoping there was some purpose for my life and how I was to fulfill that purpose.

The combine and tractors, mowers and such were stored in the large equipment shed.

At that time, cabs on tractors were installed with a radio and a mini fan.

I ran many a battery down.

It was my only solace as a child.

MUSIC was so exciting in the sixties.

All I had known was bluegrass on Saturday night with the neighboring farmers and their families would all gather at each other’s farms.

My Dad would play his acoustic guitar, listening to neighbors with the fiddle, juice harp, buckets and on and on.

The bon fire was where the boys would play.

The women would talk and laugh!

There was not an abundance of girls.

We were always outnumbered.

My father, like his father, started out as a ‘dirt farmer’.

This meant the land he leased was a virgin field.

He raised his family

He had to plow plant and sow the seeds every spring.

Pray for the weather to be good to him and the land.

The first year as married farmer in 1940 yielded

30 bushels per acre.

A good start maybe. Every year had to be better.

It was better. In thirteen years that land yielded over 300 bushels per acre.

That fourteen years also gave him five children to feed. In those fall years during harvest we all had to do our share.

Four daughters and one son and Mom was all he had.

Let’s get perfectly clear…for the History Books.

THERE WAS NO NATIONAL ELECTRICITY lines until….wait for it…the 1940’s!

NO communication toys, NO showers,

NO BATHROOMS (unless you were rich),

IMAGINE this world your grandparents, parents grew up into.

As you read these journal thoughts you WILL realize what a BIG DEAL these new inventions and innovations truly were to

Depression Babies

Get with the program now, will ya?

FARMERS would make yearly payments on house, farm machinery, maybe a pickup truck too!

HARVEST TIME paid the bills for the past year!

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