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Freeman is the man

Who is this Freeman that suddenly popped up on Amish Mafia?  He is one creepy dude.  Even his sister is scared of him.  I’m certain he didn’t say anything the entire episode.  I bet he won’t even get paid for his non-acting.  This should be investigated.  No one is safe. Nor the animals.

Now if Freeman would like to eat say, Merlin, I’m cool with that.

~P.

A Slice of: I Used to Drive a Mercedes 2008

2008

He forgot my birthday in October.  I could tell because at the last minute he stopped at Giant and bought a cake and card.  John was known for making birthdays and holidays a big deal.  Past gifts were extravagant: diamonds, a sky-diving trip and cars.  (Merry Christmas honey, I got you a Mercedes!)   I didn’t expect lavish gifts, but no gift was a sign.  That week of my birthday also held a new experience for me.  My first trip to the funny farm.  Seriously, I was admitted to York Hospital mental health ward, psych ward, whatever you want to call it.  The entire situation was blown ridiculously out of proportion.  John will always cause a bad situation to expand exponentially to the point that someone, Linda, calls 911.  After a verbal battle with John over his demands for me to do the yearly taxes but refusal to include the checking account records, had pushed me to the limit.

Now little did I know, John had filed for divorce on my birthday and stopped at Giant on the way home after signing the divorce papers and realizing how obvious it will be that he forgot my birthday because birthday’s are a big deal in the Delauter household and it is nearly unimaginable that he, the man, would forget his lovely wife’s birthday.  I didn’t get the papers that day.  He was withholding that information for the time being.  The divorce paper delivery needed to be at the right moment to create the most impact on my psyche.  It’s all about the throat punch in John’s world.

Just a wee slice of my memoir.  It will continue to grow.

~P

Internship week 5 & 6

Weeks 5 & 6 of internship at Stage of Life:

Spoke to Dr. Walter’s and Creative Nonfiction class about contributing to Stage of Life essays.

Dr. Yonker’s class will be submitting their memoir essays to SOL.

Created slideshow presentation for internship meeting at YCP.

Expanding on slideshow for high school presentations.

Read Twitter contests, chose top three and favorite winter story.

Contributed 3 posts on SOL site

Emails with Eric

Feb. 18th  1.0 hr

Feb 25th 1.0 hr

Feb. 26th 2.0 hrs

Feb 27th 3.0 hr

Mar 1st 2.0 hrs

Total hours 9.5

77.25 hrs -9.5 hrs =67.75 hrs remaining

Schedule and Goals

Office on March 5 & 8th  minimum 4 hour days

Cold calls high schools and establish who SOL information should be addressed to.

Create letter for contact via email or US mail.

 

Junkyards

I spent a few hours at Baughman’s Salvage Yard.  Old and abandoned-Fascinating!

Click on a picture and the gallery will open magically!


 

In York with a Camera

Don’t let people tell you York, PA isn’t a friendly place.  At least during the day people are friendly.  They see a camera around your neck and invite you to take their picture.

All these pictures are from York, PA.  I was experimenting with my camera settings.  None of the pictures have been edited.   I’d like to take photos at night but I’m not going in alone!

Enjoy!

~P.

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Deserted with vultures

This is the first of a series I will be covering.  Abandoned buildings.

I’ve become fascinated with nature taking over what man built.  If you know of abandoned places (not just houses) let me know.

Dover Township, PA

The main house

The main house

Turkey buzzards move in

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Let me know what you think of my pictures.  I hope to get better ones on another trip.  I was alone and didn’t want to risk getting hurt by entering the house further.  Wednesday I’m going to Centralia, PA with friends to see the town that is burning from below.

Watching nature reclaim its territory.

~P.

The cries for an epidural

A tiny excerpt from “I Used to Drive a Mercedes”

           Hell yeah I wanted an epidural.  I popped out my sons without an epidural and this time, I wanted it to be as painless as possible.  Thirteen years had passed since I last gave birth but the memory of the pain had not faded.  Shoot me up in the back, I’m ready!  I felt the relief from contractions almost immediately.  Finally, a break from the constant pain in my lower region.  “I feel funny,” I said to my husband.   John looked at the vitals monitor and hit my nurse in the ass.  “Hey, her heart rate is dropping.”  I felt my head start to jerk back and forth much like a bobble head moves.  Things started to go dark and I could hear the nurse order my sister, mom and two friends out of the room.  The anesthesiologist called code; I was gone.

And then, I came back.  Whatever they did worked and I woke to a room full of doctors and nurses.  A little too much epidural and bam, you are dead.  I cried, grabbing onto my husband.  He told me, “don’t cry” and my nurse said, “She can cry if she wants!” So I did.  I’m not feeling any pain, but shit, that scared me almost to death.  Hours later it is time to push, but the brat is in my uterus sticking her nose up at me.  I’m glad my doctor was a woman and she had small hands.  Things were a bit crowded in there ya know?  I couldn’t feel pain but knew I would pay later for her helping hand.  In went the hand and in two pushes, out came the baby.  She was perfect.

The 10 Roles of Pattie

The Ten Roles of Pattie

Life is made up by the roles we fulfill.  The roles in life change from person to person but most of us share some identities with others.  Humans are unique and there are no duplicates.  Even twins have their differences of identity, if not on the outside, the differences can be found on the inside.  Without too much of a stretch, I was able to come up with ten roles of importance in my life.

Mother:  I am the mother to three children.  My sons are over the age of eighteen but my daughter is six.  I was blessed by God with these three children.  I was young when I had my sons and realize now how quickly time passes.  Daily I struggle with the fact that I do not see my daughter during the week.  As her mother, it is my opinion that she should live with me.  Unfortunately, a judge had ruled differently and now each day my child and I are apart is another day lost for mother and daughter.

Wife:  I am a wife against my will.  This month was eight years since I married the jackass who is still my husband.  Over half that time has been spent with us separated.  I no longer wish to have the role of wife and do nothing to fulfill it.  That is because I have taken on another role since the jackass and I have split.

Girlfriend:  After going through hell with the husband, a breath of fresh air came into my life.  My boyfriend had his work cut out for him in making me his girlfriend.  While I no longer had any hopes of my role of wife emerging from the deep, dark, depths it had sunk, I had no desire to be a girlfriend either.  Impressively, over-time, he wore me down and I fell into another identity I had not planned to fulfill.

College student:  Following the traumatic break-up with my husband, I decided to pursue new goals in life.  It was suggested I look into college and take a clean break from accounting.   I wanted to find something I would find enjoyable.  There were many suggestions from friends and family on the career I should pursue.  I ignored them all and made the choice that I felt would be best suited for me.  Taking on the role of college student has changed my life for the better.

Writer:  My choice of career to pursue in college was that of a Professional Writing major.  I have been passionate about reading and writing for as long as I can remember.  My mother says I always had a book with me as a child and that holds true now that I am an adult.  Whether it is a novel, a memoir or a textbook for class, I will devour that reading and from it, become a better writer.

Intern:  This is my most recent identity as my internship has just started.  As an intern I am expected to read and write online.  This role jives well with my other identities.  My employer is a non-profit organization that promotes the sharing of stories on a community blog site.  My role is to contribute written material to the site, read what other bloggers have contributed and spread the word about this blogging community.

High school graduate:  This role was fulfilled many years ago but I still hold it close to my heart.  The friends I made in high school and even middle school remain a part of my life.  We speak several times a month to “check in” and be supportive in each other’s lives.

Daughter:  I am one of two daughters my parents created.  I was the first born child and a natural leader.  The role of daughter is important to me because of the intense bond I have with my mother.  I am fortunate to have a mother who thinks the world of me and knows she can count on me to not only help her out, but get things done promptly and correctly.  Mom’s call when in need is to her first born, me.

Christian: This is a role I take very seriously.  Most people would not realize the depth of my belief in God.  I don’t push my faith and beliefs on people and expect the same respect in return.  I pray every day and firmly believe I will ascend to heaven when my roles on Earth have been completed.  A bonus for me would be gaining wings.  I have always wanted to fly.

Dog owner:  My dog makes me happy…most of the time.  The role of pet owner must be held by a person who is responsible, patient and forgiving.  The forgiving role is important because animals are animals.  They don’t think before they act.  I know this because my dog recently jumped into the fountain on campus.  While the other students found this amusing, I did not.

This list does not define me as my identity is too diverse to limit to a list of ten, but it is a good start in knowing me and understanding the most important roles I carry in my life.  As time passes new roles will be added and old roles will be dropped.  As life evolves, so do our roles within.