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I have been sharing my dad's memoirs. Before I continue with his writing about leaving Tonawanda I want to add my memories of growing up in Tonawanda. I had finished Fifth Grade and was still ten years old when my family moved from Military Road to Michigan. I really did not understand the implications of 'moving'. I spent three years resisting calling Michigan 'home', filled with nostalgia for Tonawanda and my friends and family left behind.

Childhood was a magical time, filled with the newness of discovery and the comfort of the known. I was surrounded by family, and their friends brought laughter and joy into our lives. Joyce Ramer Gochenour and baby Nancy. My parents were very young, just 21 and 22 years old. Mom was tired of working at Remington Rand, and all her friends were getting pregnant, so she told Dad she wanted a baby, too. I was supposed to be a boy and I was to be named Tom. It threw Dad for a loop when I turned out to be a girl!

As the only son he longed for more guys in the family. Mom said she knew a pretty cheerleader at school named Nancy. I figured that was what she hoped for me, to be pretty and popular and coordinated. I was a colicky baby, Mom was frazzled, and so we moved in with my Ramer grandparents for a while.

Grandma helped relieve Mom. Grandpa Ramer and baby Nancy. At my grandparent's Sheridan Park Project home. I was baptized in the Episcopal church. My grandfather Ramer was a deacon in the church. But my parents did not attend church. The few times they went and left me in the nursery I was terrified and cried.

I won Dad's heart with a smile. He was left in charge of my care and I smiled at him. After that, a daughter was OK. But he still wanted that son, Tom.

Nancy Gochenour baby photo We lived in the upstairs apartment in the Military Road house belonging to my Grandparents Gochenour. My Aunt Mary, Uncle Clyde, and cousin Linda Guenther lived in the larger downstairs apartment, and my Gochenour grandparents lived in a smaller downstairs apartment. I was surrounded by family! My cousin Linda was a year older than I. She would come upstairs and take me from the crib and play with me before Mom was out of bed.

Other times, Mom would put me in the playpen and nap on the couch next to me. Two figures seated at a kitchen table. White light, white walls, and shadows moving.

I stopped my play and mouthed that word. But I knew they would never understand. I could not utter that word, it would have been. They returned to their conversation, dismissing me. Only I knew the worth of the word,. The second poem recounts how one day, jumping off the front porch with my Guenther cousins, I became afraid and lost my confidence, turned my ankle and sprained it. What Happened on the Front Porch. Courage is not so much a matter of going ahead.

I adored my cousin,. She mothered me, I am told, the first one. And later, she taught and led. And we hid between the lilac bushes. I was afraid, but jumped too, landing. The willows then were not very tall,. The white wood fence. Sometimes, we'd venture into the station. I recall the smell of oil and gasoline,. They would be laughing and talking. We'd catch a glimpse of the lavatory,. This was our fathers' natural place,. He visited us now and then,. Between the two worlds. For behind the station was our patchwork house,.

A Frankenstein built from other buildings The lamps had frills and sat on plastic doilies,. I knew I could go it alone. But jumping together, who knew? I wanted complete control, to jump. I resisted, but she scolded me,. My mother ran out, too late,. I'd given myself over to another's will.

My father was called to carry me in. The doctor arrived and said. I understood I would always choose the risk,. Posted by Nancy Bekofske at 2: Newer Post Older Post Home. Nancy, Stephen and Linda at a wedding at the Tonawanda Baptist church. Here I am in those cats eye glasses Grandma Gochenour is at the sink. That table is still in the family.

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As the only son he longed for more guys in the family. Mom said she knew a pretty cheerleader at school named Nancy. I figured that was what she hoped for me, to be pretty and popular and coordinated. I was a colicky baby, Mom was frazzled, and so we moved in with my Ramer grandparents for a while. Grandma helped relieve Mom. Grandpa Ramer and baby Nancy. At my grandparent's Sheridan Park Project home.

I was baptized in the Episcopal church. My grandfather Ramer was a deacon in the church. But my parents did not attend church. The few times they went and left me in the nursery I was terrified and cried.

I won Dad's heart with a smile. He was left in charge of my care and I smiled at him. After that, a daughter was OK. But he still wanted that son, Tom. Nancy Gochenour baby photo We lived in the upstairs apartment in the Military Road house belonging to my Grandparents Gochenour.

My Aunt Mary, Uncle Clyde, and cousin Linda Guenther lived in the larger downstairs apartment, and my Gochenour grandparents lived in a smaller downstairs apartment. I was surrounded by family! My cousin Linda was a year older than I. She would come upstairs and take me from the crib and play with me before Mom was out of bed. Other times, Mom would put me in the playpen and nap on the couch next to me.

Two figures seated at a kitchen table. White light, white walls, and shadows moving. I stopped my play and mouthed that word.

But I knew they would never understand. I could not utter that word, it would have been. They returned to their conversation, dismissing me.

Only I knew the worth of the word,. The second poem recounts how one day, jumping off the front porch with my Guenther cousins, I became afraid and lost my confidence, turned my ankle and sprained it. What Happened on the Front Porch. Courage is not so much a matter of going ahead. I adored my cousin,. She mothered me, I am told, the first one.

And later, she taught and led. And we hid between the lilac bushes. I was afraid, but jumped too, landing. The willows then were not very tall,. My family went to the drive-in and watched Journey to the Center of the Earth. I adored that movie! Here I am holding Tom It was the year Mom bought her first new furniture, a hutch, a turquoise couch, matching chairs, and rock maple colonial tables.

Our moms called us The Two Nancys, always together, and different as night and day. Nancy Ensminger at my Military Road House Nancy had a big brother, while my brother was born a month before I turned eight. Nancy was easy going, happy, cheerful. I was wound up, intense, and tended to be fearful. Nancy had long dark braids.

I had artificially curled blond hair. We both were horse crazy, liked to read, wanted to write, and had vivid imaginations. Mom said it wasn't to play with, it was too expensive. I couldn't undress her or comb her hair. But I took the doll to Christine's house to show her. I set it on the ground while we played in her back yard. My Pepper had followed me; she found the doll and chewed on it and ruined it. Mom tossed the doll out. I took better care of the Little Women dolls Great-grandmother gave me, which I still have today.

As an adult I bought myself a Sleeping Beauty doll to replace the one lost in childhood. Posted by Nancy Bekofske at 3: Newer Post Older Post Home. Nancy at the field behind her house in

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