Hey there and welcome to my blog. I hope to make this a fun place to visit with some occasional serious thoughts thrown in.
I was born the oldest of two children to a second generation rural veterinarian and a registered nurse. I loved animal and actually learned to suture at my grandfather’s side. I called him my PaDoc and there was no one better. He would take me to get a grilled cheese sandwich and chocolate donut with coffee nearly every Saturday as I was growing up. He threw in a few too many Barbie’s on those days too. I was happiest learning about animals, beating him at Candy Land, reading with him. He died of metastatic nonsmall cell carcinoma when I was twelve.
My Dad’s mother was my Mema – she was a very interesting person. She could paint, raise a garden, shoot and hunt better than PaDoc (I actually am not sure I ever saw him fire a gun) raise the prettiest flowers, and make me pretty much whatever I wanted to eat. She taught me to play bridge at 6 and taught me to see the needs of others. She helped me learn to sign (alas I have forgotten much of that – but I get along well enough when I need to with my deaf patients). She was a woman of the renaissance in rural middle Tennessee. She also gave me my love of genealogy and knowing where I came from as a way to get where I am going. She died due to complications of dementia when my Brie wa 6 weeks old.
My Mother’s parents were just as important to me growing up. My Lyndell (yes, I called my grandmother by her name – I had 5 living great grandparents when I was little and I was running low on grandma names) She taught Physical Education at the elementary school I attended. She came to school plays and dinners, even when everyone else was busy. She and my Grandfather, raised my brother and I while my Dad was in vet school in Knoxville. My Mom was working 12 hour shifts at Baptist in Knoxville to pay for school. Lyndell, gave me a love for food – not because she could cook, but rather because she couldn’t. I have a very fond memory of being 16 and having cooked my first full Thanksgiving diner – minus rolls – That’s right I did the bird, the dressing, the green beans, the mashed potatoes and all Lyndell had to do was the rolls. She burnt them to a crisp. She was always there for me, either by buying me school clothes, listen to the fears of an awkward preteen, or just hugging me. When, at 13 my Mom was diagnosed with aggressive Lupus and nearly died – she became even more like a Mom. She died on the day of my Senior Prom from metastatic non-small cell carcinoma. I was 17.
My PaPa Honey (Lyndell’s husband) is the only one of mt four grandparents that I still have with me. His mother is my only still living great-grandparent. He is a blast and has been a blessing in helping with my kids. He has been remarried to MaLinda for several years and she fits right in with the rest of us. PaPa Honey used to wake me up and carry me to the toilet every morning so I did not have to walk when I first got up – yes, I was that spoiled. He has excellent taste in clothes and picked out my Prom Dress more than once. He taught me how to shoot my first BB gun too. He serve his Country in numerous wars and political conflicts. He is 78.
My father – well, no there is a topic that I will leave for another time. Let’s just say he is not on speaking terms with me at the moment. See, he and my Mom got a divorce and she lives with me so…
My Mom is a miracle. SHe was always a very independent minded woman and worked as a Registered nurse. But in her spare time, she and my two uncles ran a video store, a motel, an exotic parrot breeding facility, and parrot toy manufacturing business. I think I got them all. I never was without a job growing up. Thanks to my Mom I had enough money to buy the car I wanted at 15, which was a Toyota Supra 1986 model with a sunroof and a turbo. My Mom has health issues still, and she has large gaps in her memory of my teen years. But, both Brian and I feel blessed to have someone help so much with the kids especially as we are often with weird hours.
I have a brother, but he like my father is a story for another time and place.
I was an honor student all through high school, but never worked as hard as I could. I was third in my class but still got an honor scholarship to Tennessee Tech, so with that and work-study I got out even in college. While in college, I also did work-study in the chemistry department and got my EMT training. I am somewhat of an overachiever I guess. I also met Brian in College – he was and is the best thing that I ever got out of physics 111.
We have been married for going on 15 years and have three children, Ella, Brie and Cord. I hope this give you a better understanding of my world.
I grew up in the town I work in – I knew even at a young age that getting doctors to small towns was hard to do. So, I am living the childhood dream of working where I grew up. Sometimes this is not a good thinking, when I am treating a former teacher or ex-boyfriend but mostly it is what I always wanted to do. The highest compliment I have is to be compared to my Grandfather Easterly (Pa Doc), even 20 years after his death he is remembered here. I hope to someday make that kind of impact. But, I was really blessed because I had role models everywhere I looked growing up. From my mom teaching me that I could do whatever a boy could do with the exception of peeing standing up – to my PaDoc showing me by example the kind of healer I wanted to be.