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True Life Tuesday — Sharing a bit of the real me. I guess we should start at the beginning… #mylife

Now, before I get too far into this, I should let you know I am considering making this a regular weekly feature. In as much as I am ever really on schedule, that is.

I have a tendency to fall behind on weekly features here on the Nook blog, but what the hell. I like to live dangerously sometimes. On¬†occasion. A little bit…

As I state in my BIO (or at least one version of it — someplace), I am a single parent of three children. One is full grown, the second is pretty much there, and the youngest still has high school to survive. I’m sure some of you are now trying to figure out what that might mean as far as what my age is, but don’t bother hurting yourself to try and figure that one out. I’ll come right out and tell you I’m 43. I was born in 1969 to what I would find out later were amazing parents.


Here is my with my dad in all his late 60’s glory. Studly, right? I’m a big girl, and can admit to the truth of it without getting all weirded out. Kinda ūüėõ

I had girfriends growing up who used to tell me that all the time. I just never believed them. Now, I can see their viewpoint alot better.

Pops was in Vietnam. Marines. It’s hard for me to imagine, but that’s the truth of it. He liked to race cars at Lebanon Valley — as you can see by the pic array. Such a cutie.

But, I really¬†shouldn’t concentrate so much on my dad, considering Sunday was Mother’s Day — so let’s shift gears to my mother.¬†My mom is just as amazing as my dad, and truly the Ying to his Yang.¬†God bless her for having the strength to deal with Pop, and then four Brennan children, starting with me and ending in a set of fraternal twins.

My mom’s family is from Indian Lake, but she grew up in Troy, NY. My grandfather died when she was only twelve, leaving my grandmother, Evangeline Glynn (what a name) to finish raising 5 children on her own.

Excuse me while I have another God Bless her moment. 5 kids… Damn…

What a saint she was. She passed away when I was about thirteen. My memories of her include ribbon candy, Eavenrude perfume, and Thanksgiving dinners with lots of family, Waldorf salads and cranberry sauce.


Anyway, this is a pic of my mom, Catherine Glynn. She’s the one on the right. I think this was from her senior prom, but I could be mistaken on that.

Beautiful, right? I come from good stock. No doubt about that.

I am a little hazy on the particulars, but my parents met after my dad came back from Vietnam. I think he was there in 67, but he doesn’t talk about it.

I’m not quite sure how long they dated or anything, but I was born in September 1969. They got married the following March.

Yes, that technically makes me a bastard child and not eligible to inherit their earthly fortunes or some such thing, but kinda liked it because I always know what year anniversary they are celebrating.


The pic on the right is me with my dad. Check out the sideburns…

They¬†just¬†crack me up. They make him look like an Irish ganster or an Elvis impersonator. Heh. Anyway, that’s where I came from.

Like I mentioned earlier, I am the oldest of four children. I have a sister one year younger, and twin siblings — a boy and a girl five years younger than me. My mom stayed home with us and worked part time here and there. Pops was an Ironworker.¬†I guess we were a typical blue collar family. Never really thought much about it.

When I was growing up, Pop bought houses fixed em up and sold them. Then we’d move to a new one. I have vivid memories from quite a few, but we lived the longest part of my childhood in a house in Rensselaer, NY on Illinois Avenue.

We moved there when I was mid third grade, and we lived there until after I graduated from high school.

For all intents and purposes, it’s where I grew up. Oh the trouble and gray hairs I caused…

Maybe next week we’ll tackle that one.

Happy Tuesday

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