I continue to chronicle my life with this series. And Since I am going all the way to 120 years old, this is my halftime, a celebration and a show of a few highlights of my life.
Peruse along as I look back at 1975-1989.
Adulthood may be overrated. The freebies of living with your parents cease to exist. You pay your own way, with your own money. The party is over. I went from my Daddy’s house to my husband’s house.
A first-class postage stamp was 13¢, a gallon of gas was 62¢, a gallon of milk was $1.68, and a loaf of bread was 36¢. I got my first job and got my first paycheck. I bought my first car, the 1965 heavy Chevy. No more bus stop for me.
I graduated from high school and college, got married and had three babies. Ministry took the front stage as we became the Pastor and First Lady of our home church. We lived in two apartments and bought our first home that we affectionately called the pink house. Why? Because the brick was painted pink.
I worked several jobs but much of the time I was a stay at home mom. What that means is I worked harder and longer than at the paid jobs. While raising three children on a skeleton budget, the years were filled with diapers, milk, cooking, cleaning, homework, and the many, many projects. And let’s not forget the worship services, Bible studies, church programs, funerals, weddings and all that the ministerial call required. But the family did not go lacking. We created family traditions, family memories, and family friends. As free time was sometimes scarce, we had selected friends we counted on, especially in the clutch. One of the clutch families during this season and still today is the Towns’. We spent much time together, shared many meals together and celebrated special events together, in and out of the church. Thank God for the Towns.
During halftime, Injuries are attended. And boy did I have them. A spirit of infirmity overshawdowed me. Hospital admissions, surgeries, doctors’ visits, and procedures abounded but grace much more abounded and the surviving and thriving posture prevailed. Now, sickness is far from me. Praise the Lord!
We buried Grandma Viola, Aunt Flossie both in 1976, and cousin Shirley. We added to our family, Necole, Camille, Rej and a host of other cousins. In 1983, we said hello to Camille on April 6 and rest in peace to Shirley on April 21, another double.
The history that was noteworthy to me was the United States Bicentennial, the miniseries Roots based on Alex Haley’s book, and Elvis left the building.
My memories are abundant, and my emotions are too in sharing Adulthood with you. Thank You, God, for this 120-year plan.
I rewind my mind, it’s only halftime.
Stay tuned. You don’t want to miss it.
Harriet Noel Jones