Hello, Guest!
Member’s Local Time



South Australia

Your Personal Poetry Quote


Latest topics
» My Uncle Duncan
Fri Oct 26 2018, 07:35 by Sue McDonald

» Happy Halloween !
Mon Oct 30 2017, 19:24 by Sue McDonald

» Friends Forever
Mon Oct 31 2016, 13:52 by RichieO

» Sundays
Wed Sep 14 2016, 13:55 by RichieO

» The Night Star
Wed Sep 14 2016, 13:44 by RichieO

» Mr Jeff Kernich
Tue Aug 09 2016, 23:56 by Sue McDonald

» For the ''Little Ones''
Tue Aug 09 2016, 21:42 by Sue McDonald

» R.I.P Mrs Jackson
Mon Aug 08 2016, 04:55 by Sue McDonald

» Desperate Dementia Times !
Sun Jul 31 2016, 02:15 by Sue McDonald

» Happy 60th Dear Sue
Wed Jul 06 2016, 07:43 by Sue McDonald

» Happy 6th Birthday Gabrielle
Wed Jun 15 2016, 18:17 by BC Williams

» Two Hearts Will Beat As One
Sun May 15 2016, 07:25 by Sue McDonald

» A Field
Sun Nov 29 2015, 20:42 by BC Williams

» It never goes away
Mon Jul 13 2015, 08:23 by Lucie

» If life were a drawing !
Mon Apr 27 2015, 00:32 by Sue McDonald

» Looking for Mum !
Wed Apr 22 2015, 00:43 by Sue McDonald

» The Old house On The Hill
Wed Feb 18 2015, 05:11 by Sue McDonald

» 40 Valentine Day's
Sat Feb 14 2015, 07:10 by Robert Anderson

» Galleon
Sun Oct 19 2014, 01:29 by RichieO

» shame
Thu Oct 09 2014, 12:38 by Lucie

» Robe of Righteousness
Thu Oct 02 2014, 16:47 by Cheryl Brickner

» Kassandra Phae
Sun Sep 07 2014, 07:53 by Lucie

» Happy Birthday !..So ! Now Your Eighteen !!
Fri Jun 13 2014, 21:19 by Sue McDonald

» Baby Gabrielle
Thu Jun 05 2014, 07:09 by peewee

» A Four Year Old Princess !
Wed Jun 04 2014, 23:41 by Sue McDonald

» Indian Tribe
Fri May 23 2014, 02:13 by RichieO

» Always there for me
Sun May 11 2014, 08:34 by peewee

» Talking to God
Tue May 06 2014, 03:35 by peewee

» Look Out !
Sat Apr 26 2014, 06:55 by Sue McDonald

» For those who know....
Tue Apr 15 2014, 18:51 by mikeschultz

» Post-Chemo Blues
Tue Apr 15 2014, 18:47 by mikeschultz

» Waves
Mon Apr 14 2014, 21:39 by RichieO

» Is this the last act?
Mon Apr 14 2014, 09:03 by Lucie

» Walk of Memory !
Mon Apr 14 2014, 08:51 by Lucie

» weather beaten
Mon Apr 14 2014, 08:26 by Lucie

» In Memory of Delrae Keough
Fri Apr 04 2014, 14:05 by mikeschultz

» Stray Cats and Yard Dogs
Fri Apr 04 2014, 14:01 by mikeschultz

» From the Thief on the Cross
Sun Mar 30 2014, 07:42 by mikeschultz

» my life in a grain of sand
Tue Mar 18 2014, 13:22 by Lucie

» Kiss
Fri Mar 14 2014, 20:28 by RichieO



Go down


Post  Dori on Fri Sep 02 2011, 10:13

I'm guessing you want beside my heart as good as it does the job...........OK
Well let me see, I was born October 7,1960, my parents (though I don't know WHY ) named me Doreen (ugh) Lucille Maschke (well Maschke because of course it's our last name.
Through my dad's side I am Scottish, Irish <---(my Grandpa), German and Dutch (Grandma) and on my mother's side I am German and French.
I am kinda sort of the middle child, depending how you look at it, through my mom I'm second to the last having 2 older sisters (the oldest sister being adopted out) and 1 younger sister, through my dad, I am the middle child.

At the ripe old age of 4 - 4 1/2 my parents packed up my sisters and I to move down to Gainsville Florida, I started school at age 6 back then from what I was told the parents had to pay $10.00 a month for their child(ren) to be in kindergarden.
The first school I went to was just a single story, the second school was a 3 story school, it seemed like all the grades 1st though 12th were in that school.
When we got to school all the children went into the basement for a BIG breakfast, then we went to our classrooms, even then I seem to make friends easily.
We had moved 3 times it was the third time that I went to the bigger school, gosh I remember that house (as well as the others) well, it was white with an orange front door, on the corner of Terrance and 49th street, it was a deadend dirt road then.
the fun we had, we were able to play in the middle of the road or we would catch lighting bugs putting then Mason Jars, but like all good things......that had to ended, at age 7 yrs old my parents once again packed us all up and started make our way to Michigan, it was on our way home that we stopped at a gas station to fill up and use the tiny girls room, gosh how I hated that toilet room, I was taught to lock the door so no one would walkin on me........well the lock was good at it's job, only trouble is, not only did it keep people out it kept scared little girls in ! Till this day I HATE to be locked in tiny areas.
When we got to Michigan, we moved in with friends of my parents, now that was fun, there was a big old Walnut tree that fell years ago, we would climb up on that tree as high as we could go (back then I was part monkey) lol, I would climb high just like the (very cute) boys, when school started, we attended a 2 room school house, that was weird, it seemed like we were always moving from one place to another from one town to another.
Going from one school to another, it seemed like I never was able to have good friends here in Michigan, I always asked to go back home to Florida,but we never went back.
It was when I was 14 that we stayed in one place, and that's when I started to write poetry, it seemed so easy then, by the time I was 16 I had a notebook full of my poems that my mother threw away thinking that they were junk, I had to start all over again trying to remember my poetry.
Through the year as I would write I got put down by my mother saying I could make anything of myself writing words on paper.
I grew and moved out had children of my own, still I would write about my children, I wrote about my grandchildren, and what ever came to mind, I'd go for walks write about what I seen or heard.
The way I see it, everything you see, feel, taste and hear is poetry, peotry to me is just your thoughts on paper, how you feel at the moment.
How you feel about the one you are with husband or wife, I write what I know what I feel, what my deepest wish is, how would it to be forever in love and spending the rest of my life with that one man....
This is not the end of my story for I have adventures to seek, until then I shall go on, to live and learn and write what makes me tick.

Sorry for being so long lol

Posts : 526
Author Credits : 625
Accolades : 4
Join date : 2010-11-22
Age : 58

Back to top Go down

Back to top

- Similar topics

Permissions in this forum:
You cannot reply to topics in this forum