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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Life At the Top

This post is a tribute to my brother, whom I love.
Gone, but not forgotten.

            Have you ever lived in an attic? I did. I used to live near Spokane, Washington, in a little town named Opportunity. I thought that was appropriate, since it was when I first moved out on my own, feelin' the unbridled power that First-Adulthood can bring to those who've never felt the responsibility of supporting themselves.

            There I was, earnin' my own way, holdin' down my first full-time job an' preparin' to spend my first night on my own. I had found an apartment, conveniently situated near the center of town an' things were goin' well. Considerin' that I had never even had a room of my own, that first apartment was H-U-G-E. Besides, livin' downtown, above one of the businesses was gonna' make everything so convenient. I thought.

            That is, until it got dark an' I spent my first night alone. That was the same night I thought I was gonna' die in an earthquake; after movin' from the Great Quake Capital of America, California. But that's another story.

            After survivin' my night of many firsts, life settled into a certain pattern; rise early, catch the bus to Spokane to go to work, come home exhausted an' struggle to pay all the bills when I got my paycheck. Perhaps you've heard of this way of life?  Easy club to join, but they never want a person to drop out.

            Eventually, I realized that I would need to cut corners, but where? I had learned that my $35- per month rent payment was non-negotiable an' I'd been livin' on a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread an' a dozen eggs per week for the last two months, so I couldn't really cut back on my food bill. Since I din't buy clothes or other extras, there weren't a lotta' choices. Finally, I decided that I would hafta' move closer to my job an' save the bus fare.

            About the time I was makin' this very important decision, my older brother an' his wife paid a visit to her family, who lived about thirty miles away. They also visited ME in that first apartment.

            Y'ever notice how big brothers like to take care of their younger siblings? An' thank goodness my brother did. In the first place, because they had a car, they helped me to find a new place, taking alla' my challenges into consideration; no car, proximity to work, the issue of safety an' my limited earning ability. Soon, we found a beautiful old three-story home with the most awesome woodwork you can imagine. Above the third floor was an attic that had been divided into two parts. A stairwell separated the two parts.

            After agreeing to pay $20- a month in rent (yay! That was a savings of $15- each month), I was ready to begin movin' in. Not so, big brother. He took me shopping, using his own money. The first thing we bought was a lock; but not jus' any lock. This was a device that worked like a chain-lock, but could be controlled from the outside with a key.

            Next, he stocked my bookshelf with all kindsa' stuff I could cook in one aluminum popcorn popper. In that small rented room I had no cooking facilities, so the electric popper came in very handy.

            I was finally Brother-Certified to move into my new attic-home. I was so thrilled the day everything was in place. My brother an' his wife returned to California an' I began a new life.

            Maybe someday you'd like to hear how my hands froze to the wall of that same attic-home? That was definitely an unexpected surprise.

            Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya


Itchin' Stitchin' said...

Thanks for the lovely comment :) - It sounds like your brother was a very sweet man.

Dazee Dreamer said...

that is such a sweet brother. what a great guy he was.

Yaya' s Home said...

I agree; my brother wanted us to be happy. I know I'll see 'im again. We were always so close while growin' up.

~ Yaya

Auntie Bliss said...

Gimme a kleenex next time you tell me a story like that! I've got three brothers you know...
and about those dishes...sooo sad.
Mine are each different patterns :)

Kelly said...

It sounds like your brother was a very special man.

Joanie M said...

You had a fantastic big brother!

Sherrie said...

Thats a great story and a wonderful brother!

Sharon K. Mayhew said...

Awww, it sounds like you had a wonderful big brother! I used a coffee pot to cook my food in while I was in college. :)

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

PJ said...

Hey Yaya! So sorry about the comment section. I have had a rought two days of blogging. (Ergo, the same post for the last two nights.) In the year and 2 momnths I've been blogging, I have been trying to figure out advertising. I just Cannot seem to get the hang lof links, and URLS. I got it done yesterday, or so I thought, only to find an e-mail in my box today that the links weren't right. The way she (the girl from the "advertising site")explained them) I thought there was supposed to be something different about them, so I tried every which way to fix them. Finally Sweet Redhead Riter came to my rescue. Now, I'm keeping my fingers crossed and saying a little prayer that I followed Red's explanation to the tee, and this is what they want. I was going to do another post tonight, but I didn't know if that would mess up the Ad post, or not, plus I was so frazzled by this my stomach was churning and I was really nervous. I don't know why, but it was, so I took tonight off from posting (I felt all day was enough). LOL! I usually take Wednesdays off, but I will post tomorrow night after church to make up for tonight. Again, I'm sorry about the comment section. I guess I messed it up when I was trying to edit my post. I would love to have your comment (I fixed it) if you would check back again. As I said, it will remain til I return from church tomorrow night bwtween 9:00-9:30 (when I start posting. ) I will also be posting the answers to the Bible challenge. I got behind by doing the pay per post. Does everyone have problems when they start out advertising? This is only my second time, but I really felt dumb.

God Bless,

Travel Nurse Extraordinaire said...

That's what big brothers are for!

Yaya' s Home said...

Sorry, Auntie Bliss. I shoulda' warned you first.

Yes he was, Kelly. Thank you.

Thank you, Joanie. I think so, too.

You know, Sherrie, I don't think he ever quite unnerstood how much I loved him. I hope he has figured it out, now.

Sharon, cool. I thought I was the only one who hadda' do things like that. Very ingenious!

I'm so sorry that you are havin' pro'lems, PJ. I wish I knew how to help you. I'm afraid I dunno' how to put ads on my blog, either.

You're right, TNE; that is what big brothers are for.

Thank you all for your comments.

~ Yaya

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