1. What would you say is your strongest sense?
My strongest sense? Mmmm. Lets see. I think it is my ability to truly care about people. I may not always show it to people directly, but the depth of my caring for those I love is so deep. When they hurt, I hurt, when they are happy, my heart soars. So I guess in a way, my greatest sense is the ability to “see” people in their truest form. More intuitive.
2. Do you believe in the idea of a ‘sixth sense’? Why or why not?
Oh I definitely do. And in some ways I think I have it. I have, at times, had very strong feelings I couldn’t explain, but made perfect sense to me.
3. When do you most feel like a slave to time? Explain.
Not too many times now. I really do try to keep my life low stress, and not cutting time short.
4. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? How would you rate the experience? If you could own a restaurant what kind would it be?
I never really worked in a restaurant, although my first husband did, when we were first married. He was and still is an amazing cook! Anyway, if I could do one type of restaurant I would love to do a full, high tea restaurant. Oh what fun that would be!
5. Ever traced your family tree? Share something interesting you learned there.
I was raised in a very patriotic household. Several cousins served in the military and many gave their lives during World War II.
One who served, was the son of my grandfather’s brother Herbert, Private First Class Ernest Prussman, 13th Infantry Regiment. PFC Prussman took over his squad on 8 September 1944 during the advance on Les Coates in Brittany, and disarmed several Germans, including a machine gun crew. Shot by a German rifleman, his dying act was to unleash a hand grenade that killed the man who shot him. His Medal of Honor was awarded posthumously.
PFC Prussman was buried at the Brittany American Cemetery and Memorial in Saint-James, Basse-Normandie, France.
A street at Fort Benning, Georgia was also named after him. As was a a square in Boston at the corner of Faniuel and Goodenough Streets.
6. What did your childhood bedroom look like?
It was a pretty small room. I had two windows over the back door to our house. I remember I could hear the milk and bread man when he delivered our food before dawn. The windows had a storm outer window and I would sit on the side of my bed and play Barbie Dolls in the opened inner window with my sister, Melodie and cousin, Janet. My twin bed was made of metal piping that had been painted pink. And my sheets were white, and smooth as cream against my skin, and in the summer when the screens were in the windows I could almost always smell the sea.
7. Anyone who knows me knows I love…
My husband says eggplant, which is very true. My sister says, chocolate, which is also true. And I say my children and grandchildren, which are the most important parts of my life.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
It’s been crazy around me lately. Besides Hubby’s falling, my grandnephew Luke, broke his leg in two places, my sisters cat died, and my credit card company took a payment out of my bank account TWICE, which left me with a zero balance! When I called to get things straightened out, they wouldn’t speak to me because they said Hubby was the account holder. After an hour of phone calls, with them and with our bank, the problem was resolved, but it made me very upset.
Our weather is now very, very cold, and we need to get the air conditioners in from the windows and start getting the house ready for the long cold winter!
Meanwhile, I also climbed into the crawl space above our bedroom and the master bath to lay the insulation back down and I discovered that I am not as flexible as I was as a 25 year old, and that I tend to break. By the next day I was in agony and I suspect I moved those darn bone spurs around in my neck.
On the bright side, I got my drivers license renewed and did not need to wear my glasses to pass the eye test!
