Welcome

My name is Marie.  I was born in rural Arkansas a few months after the end of World War Two.  My family moved to southeast Texas when I was still in diapers.  I’ve lived in the Houston area for well over 75 years and have spent the last several decades in Brazoria County.

When I was fifty years old, somebody invented Windows 95 and I got an e-mail address.  It’s the only one I’ve ever had and I still use it every day.  When I was sixty, Texas City blew up, Hurricane Rita stranded us on I-10 for what seemed like days, and my first grandchild made his appearance in a suburb of Athens, Greece.

By the time I turned seventy, I had been a widow for several years.  Looking for a change of pace and a new lifestyle, I moved to a small town called Alvin.  It had less than 20,000 residents back then.  I found my niche at the Alvin Historical Museum and spent a happy decade in their back room as an archivist, historian, curator and board secretary.  Good times.

A few months ago, I hit another milestone.  Eighty.  I quit worrying about dying young and started counting my blessings.  All my major pieces and parts are cranking along nicely (heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, thyroid, etc.)  I only take one pill a day, and if I play my cards right I’m thinking I should make at least another decade.  Which brings me, finally, to the reason I’m starting this new blog.

But I’m not telling you the rest of the story just yet.  My fingers are tired of typing, you see.  And at my age, I’ve learned it’s okay to take a break when I need one.  Maybe you’ll come back for future updates.