Mary Beth has posted a great Friday Five: The only problems is that the older you get you can't quite remember those 'firsts'.
And for today, here's a Friday Five looking at the other end of things: Firsts. With so many folks starting school, college, seminary, etc. I've been thinking of a lot of other firsts in my life. Share with us, if you will:
1.Your first "place" - whether it was an apartment, dorm room, or home with a new spouse, the first place where you really felt like a grown-up:
My dorm room at UNT (Bruce Hall) was the first. But my real place was my first apartment. I had $100 dollars a month. My rent was $60 a month and the rest was for gas and food. I really learned how to live close to the bone and appreciate it. I had my own kitchen, a sitting room, bedroom and bath. It was 1964.
2 Your first time away from home
We traveled a good bit when I was a child because grandparents lived far away, so away from home was not traumatic for me. Girl Scout camp was an important refuge for me as a child. But the first time I was away from home over Christmas was the real sense of not being 'home' for me. I was on a mission
trip over the Christmas holiday in Mexico. Christmas Day was celebrated in silence since all 8 of us were sleeping on the floor of a single hut. We all wandered away from the hut and maintained that quiet until we returned to a feast supper that evening. It was an amazing day of understanding just how dependent I had become on the materialistic Christmases I had grown up with. It changed my life--it put me in touch with poverty and a simplicity of life at a very important time in my life--in my 20's and that time is still a touchstone for me today.
3. Your first job in your field of endeavor (so, not babysitting, unless you are A Professional Babysitter today):
I taught school before I graduated from college. I started the classroom music program in Keller, TX
. At the time Keller had one elementary school with 2 classes of each grade. I lacked 3 hrs of German to graduate and couldn't afford to go back to school unless I worked. Teachers were few and far between for small towns so I got the job. I had not had my student teaching, had no idea of what curriculum should be (and neither did the administration) so I made it up as I went along. I put on programs with every kid in the school. Now that school system has 23 elementary schools and 5 4A high schools and that town is where I attend church. It is one of the fastest growing communities in the nation. Who'd a thunk it?
4. Your first time hosting. Again, construed broadly, this could be a dinner for the in-laws, your first time to have guests for a holiday meal, etc.
Gads, I invited my music teacher to my first little apartment that I described above. I made baked chicken (my first attempt at making something nice) and the oven wasn't working right and the chicken didn't get done. I have nightmares about that evening to this day!
5. Your first love.That can be a person or something else!!
As a vowed celibate, I guess it should be something else. ;>D. But I fell in love with fly fishing. I had fished a good bit when I lived in TX --the kind of worm and bait fishing that people rely on here to catch fish and eat them. I especially loved doing that when I lived on the Gulf Coast when I would come home from school and gather my fishing gear and head for the beach. I didn't catch too many good
eating fish but I would always take my crabnets and usually come home with enough for supper. But when I moved to NY, I couldn't catch squat in the rivers or streams there. One of my parishioners said I would have to learn to fly fish but I couldn't really afford a fly rod and all the equipment. Then a woman in the parish said come over to the house, my husband left several rods and reels when he died. You can have them. So I had no excuse. I took one lesson on how to cast on the Beaverkill (the holy grail of NY fly fishing) and I was hooked, both figuratively and emotionally. (I had to dig a fly hook out of the back of my head). But it was worth it. It has been such a wonderful encounter with God's creation for me ever since.