Betsy Rooney

 
  City of Birth:
Fort Hood, TX
 
 

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It Has Been A Rough Year

I am adding this additional chapter to my introduction, because after I initially wrote the introduction, it was very difficult to come back to it and try to make sense of all that I have experienced through the various stages of my life and the trials that I have endured or overcome.  I wish ...


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The Birth of Charles Leonard Wiggins

The story has already been written for awhile on my blog "From the heart of Praise, Prayer and Perseverance. 0; Here is a link to that posting, Below are the pictures of the blessed event.   http://fromthehea rt-dotwigg.blogsp ot.com/2008/03/an other-2-prayer-re quest-answered.ht ml


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My Entire Life

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Picky Eaters Anonymous
Hi.  My name is Betsy and I'm a picky eater."Hi Betsy!"When I was a little kid, plain Spaghetti-Os, parmesan cheese toast and peanut butter sandwiches made up the majority of my diet.  My cousin Missy was the same ...
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1970
1982
Buttermilk Sky
My mother used to tell me that a "buttermilk sky" was a sure sign that frozen precipitation was in the forecast, which is a big deal here in Texas since we don't get much of it.  I suppose she learned this from Granddad, back ...
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1972
2008
Real vs. Fake First Kisses
Technically my first kiss came from Scott Sullenger when I was 14.  I was a 9th grade D-lister and he was a pudgy 10th grade band geek who wore striped polo shirts buttoned to the neck and black freak boots. When ...
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1982
1983
Church
"Church" to me equals pantyhose, long, boring speeches, getting up early, and schmoozing with strangers - all things I loathe.The word also conjures up memories of Easter lilies, butter cookies, my Grandma, red velvet, beautiful ...
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03/03/1968
12/31/2008
Tired of Commercialized Christmas
When my dad was very small, his family of eight lived in a tin-top house in the Piney Woods of northeast Texas. I don't know if the house had electricity, but I know for sure there was no indoor toilet; he told stories of reading ...
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