In 1988, we finally moved to the house we had been building for several years. Okay, Ben built it. Mom helped a lot and I swept a lot of sawdust. That move was a BIG change for me. Humble to Shepherd. A class full of Jessica's, Heather's and Tiffany's to a place that had names like Franny, Chancy and Tessie. (No offense, Tess, you know I love you!) It was a whole 'nother world in Shepherd! They wore Wranglers and big belt-buckles! Even the GIRLS! Some of those belt-buckles even had chickens or pigs on them! At the time, it was all very strange to me, but I grew to love it and am now so thankful that I basically "grew up" in a community where everyone knew and loved you...or at least looked out for you. I felt very out of place during those first days after our move. I wasn't used to changing teachers for different classes and was so embarrassed when I left my books in the wrong classroom. I felt like the kids looked at me differently. No one I talked to had divorced parents. I wore different clothes and talked with less of an accent (although I've gotten over THAT!). I remember one time I invited a friend to stay the night at my house and her mother was hesitant because we had a "bigger house". Little did she know that we didn't even have doors on our kitchen cabinets yet and probably still had ply-wood floors. Oh, and those "different" clothes I wore? Yeah, they were hand-me-downs from my cousin Jan.
The picture I included today is from the Fall of '88. By that time, I had time to acclimate myself to "the country". I had joined 4-H and even entered the San Jacinto County Fair in the foods division. I was in 4-H before we moved, but this was just on an entire different level. Speaking of...I wish I could find the picture of Jan and me at a 4-H event a year or two before this. We totally swept that competition!
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