Well, here goes giving you an insight into my life.

I was born in Jackson, Missouri, to Charles and Marjorie Taylor. I lived a part of my life in Missouri around family, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins. I spent lots of time on my grandparent's farm with my cousins, having a good time. On the farm, the men do the work plowing and growing crops, and the women cook, sew, did quilting and, once in a while, did puzzles. If you wanted to eat breakfast, you had to get up early. My grandmother made the best buckwheat pancakes, and it was fun watching my grandfather pour his coffee into the sauces to drink his coffee. Later in life, I learned he did that to cool his coffee. Sometimes we would go to Monette, Missouri, to my great-grandfather's farm. His farm was tremendous; not only did he grow crops, but he had milk cows, chickens, sheep and pigs,
I'm of German descent from my grandfather on my Mother's side and Irish descent from my grandmother's side of the family. From my father's family, I never knew my father's grandparents; they had passed away before I was born. But some of my relatives say my father's father might have been Indian, but I am not sure about that.

The picture you see of the stores were jewelry stores, and my relatives owned both; one jewelry store was owned by my great-grandfather or cousin, not sure of that and my great-grandmother, brother, or cousins owned the other store. That is how my grandparents met, fell in love and started their life together. My grandparents had ten children, Harold, Marjorie (my Mother), Howard, Raymond, Richard, Wilma, Kenneth (he passed away at age 8), Gary and Don; they originally lived in Minnesota and moved to Missouri later on in life. My grandfather had a big farm in Missouri, and my great-grandfather had a massive farm in Monette, Missouri. Both farms grew crops lots of crops and had some chickens and pigs. My great-grandfather had an enormous farm with crops, milking cows, chickens, sheep and pigs. My family harvested the crops for family and to market, plus used the livestock for what they would good for; We would go to my grandparent's house to help plant and harvest the crops and slaughter a pig for food. Also, we would take home eggs and chickens for food. I loved going to the farm it was so much fun. All my cousins, aunts and uncle helped on the farm. My grandmother would make buckwheat pancakes and the best chocolate chip cookie that would melt in your mouth and to all that has tried my candied yams, that is a family recipe. I learned to sew, crochet, and make quilts; It was one of the best times of my life. But we would also go to my great grandparents home in Monette, Missouri. You may know the name, Monette. I'll let you guess where you heard that name he he he.

As I mentioned earlier, my great-grandparents had a huge farm, and I loved the house, a four-pillar plantation-style home with a creek running through the kitchen; it was how they got their water to bat, wash dishes, do their laundry, and clean the house. I loved that place and how my great-grandfather would sing German songs on the back porch and play his accordion. So I was sad when he passed away because we never returned to Monette after his funeral. So a chapter of my life closed, and a new one began.

My Mother had four children Joel (Butch), Micheal, Terry and me. Now my Dad, god love his soul, was a womanizer. He loved his women (like someone else I know), and I'm not sure just how many brothers and sisters I have. Roger was one of his children from another marriage before marrying my Mother. I loved my Dad. He did the best he could for me, and I'm honored to have been his daughter. My Dad passed away Dec. 2001, and Roger died on June 22nd, 2006.

In my earlier life (toddler) I don't remember much. My parents divorced when I was very young and I don't know if I saw my father then but I do know around the age of 7 he would come see my younger brother and me; he had remarried and was living in Harrison-ville Missouri with his wife and her children. We spent summer's there for a few years. My step-mother was a nice and a kind person but it didn't last long, my father divorced her and we never saw her again My mother was a hard worker as a single parent she had three children to take care of and being a single parent of three is not easy. Sometimes she would work two jobs just to keep food on the table, but every holiday we would celebrate. She made sure she had quality time with us, We would go to car races,, horse races, drive-in movies (that was fun, we would make sub sandwich and popcorn to take with us) long walks to my cousin's house, roller skating, you get the idea. We were poor but we were rich in love for each other and our family. We also went to church and that's is where I learned to sing and I became a Christian. Not a lot of people know that, I'm not one to push it at you. I'm not ashamed to be a christian, I'm proud to be a christian, As a child of God I wasn't' the best, I was young and wanted to do the things that you shouldn't do. Really not understanding what being a Christian meant. I can say as a child I had a good life, a loving mother, a loving and father (even through he wasn't around a lot) and a loving family. It wasn't perfect there would lots of disagreements with the family and no talking to each ofter for months but it would boil over and in the end we were a family unit again. For me, I was a mysterious as a teenager, even though I had a loving family that went out the window when I was a teenager. boy was I bad Skipping school with my friends, going to the shops (back in the day there was jewelry on the blouses and dress) and one of my girlfriends would steal the jewelry off the clothes and sale it to the girls at school. While I was in school I learned to play the violin, xylophone, sang in the school chore. At sixteen my Mother decided to move to Florida, We ended up in Orlando, on December 0f 1968, I didn't like living, I couldn't see my friends, my grandparents and cousins, I felt isolated The Ocean I had only seen in Books or TV; wow it was huge and the waves more than I could take in. I got use to living in Orlando but in my heart Missouri was where I belonged.