By way of being thankful for the zany life I’ve led–and loved, even in the bad times–here are ten things you might not know about me . . . What about you? Fess up!!
1. I once mooned a neighbor–admittedly, I was only about six. Still. The desire to thumb my nose, err . . . butt at authority came early to me.
2. I once climbed a tree and was too scared to come down. Dad FINALLY rescued me after what seemed like hours but was more probably about ten minutes.
3. I HATE peanut butter and roasted peanuts. LOVE raw peanuts. Go figure.
4. I once threw all my (first) husband’s things out a 2nd story window. Including ripped photos. (I bet you know the end of that story.)
5. I once wrote a naughty word on a store front in soap at Halloween. Caught–of course! Had to wash it off. But you see, words were important to me. I was an author at an early age!
6. I read all the way through our set of Golden Book Encyclopedias. (Mom bought one a week when she went grocery shopping.) We had few books in our home, and the ones we did have were loved.
7. I once wore a blouse inside out to a big conference breakfast in NY where I met my editor for the first time. Tons of agents and editors there. It wasn’t until later that I discovered it, when a woman on the street asked me why my blouse was inside out! (Never get dressed in the dark.) Still surprised, to this day, that I ended up with an agent!
8. I HATE bananas. Even as a kid. But I LOVE avocados.
9. Poetry gave me my life! I met my husband when he was co-editing a small press poetry journal that accepted some of my poems and then invited me to a critique group. (Husband #2–and going on 41 years.) He, in turn, gave me my two step-children and all my grandchildren. One never knows where the love of words will take you. It gave me much that I love.
10. Shutta was my dad’s nickname. (My real name.) Crum is my maiden name. I didn’t change it when I married Gerry. Heck, I figured nothing goes with Shutta anyway, I might as well keep Crum. Dad got his nickname from being told to shut-up all the time. (This I believe is the real story!) He was the baby of 12, and in order to be noticed he talked. He was a big talker all his life. I miss him.
And now, I’m thankful for all that and for the people in my life. What about you?