Hi, I’m a 64 year old mother of 4 boys , grandmother of 14, and now I would like to write. I’m not very good, but you ladies and gentlemen are! If you will permit me to, I would like to join your blog (or is it club?). I’ve been reading your blogs for several weeks, and am astonished at the talent here. The leader, Rochelle, is an author, I believe. Wouldn’t that be fun, I thought to myself, so here I am. I have been married 43 years to same guy, Michael. Also, I have a twin sister (I’m twin “B”) and we had a double wedding in Fayetteville, Arkansas on 1970. We have 4 boys that picked wonderful wives, and grandchildren are the ‘icing’ of our lives. We sure do enjoy them. If you have anymore questions, – Rochelle has my email or I don’t know if I am allowed to put my email address on here or not, but will find out soon enough. I am a horrible housekeeper, a pretty good cook (I’m wearing a lot of it), and I hope you all don’t mind if I join. Thank you so much, Nan.
Today is Saturday, December 20, 2014, and I have been writing in this group now for a full year plus one week! I love it and everyone makes me feel so welcome. Hope you all have a Wonderful Holiday Season! We’re busy with grandchildren and having a ball. Happy New Year too! Nan
Today is April 10, 2015 and this is an update on ME:
I absolutely love this writing group and my friends (I consider you all my friends). I wanted to update about the history and things that have happened to my children over the years – they have a happy outcome!
In 1982, we were living in Irvine, California and Mike worked for the NWAlaskan Pipeline Company. We were moving into a house and had all of our belongings in storage. My parents (in Arkansas) both got ill so I flew back to Fayetteville, Arkansas to see about them. The night before I was going to go back to California (Daddy was released from the hospital), Mike took all 4 of the boys to the pool (in California) to give them their baths. Mike was holding Keith – he was 16 months old and Chris our 4 year old got out of the baby pool and ran over to the big pool where his older brothers were swimming and he jumped in and sank to the bottom of the pool. Brian jumped in and was trying to reach for Chris’s hand to pull him up but he couldn’t reach it. About that time – Mike noticed these men pointing down in the deep end and he started counting kids – 1, 2, 3, where was Chris? He pushed Keith onto the side of the pool and Steven grabbed him. Mike pulled Chris out of the water and threw him up on the patio. A doctor was there and started trying to revive Chris with no luck. Then he said “He’s gone!” Mike jumped out of the pool and started CPR on Chris and breathed into him twice with no results. Dread filled Mike and he pushed it back down and took another huge breath and breathed as hard as he could into this 4 year old and Miracle of Miracles – Chris started coughing and sputtering, throwing up on everything. Mike was hugging and everyone at the hotel pool was clapping and the attendants too. Now, at this exact time (I swear to God) I was sleeping in Arkansas on the sofa of my parents house and dreamed the entire thing – I saw Chris on the bottom of the pool – I could see Brian reaching for him and couldn’t quite get there. Then I woke up and was crying knowing that any minute Mike was going to call me from California and tell me Chris had drowned. Well he didn’t call me but I couldn’t go back to sleep – I told my sister the next day before I left about the dream. I got on the 747 and flew to LAX. When I got off the plane, the kids ran over to me and I could see Chris and said “THANK GOD!” The kids all started screaming at me and I looked and Chris said “Guess what Mommy, I drownded last night!” I just fell to my knees and Mike helped me up. I was crying, Mike was crying and said “Yes, but I saved him!” My heart was racing and I was crying and holding Christopher so tightly that I probably could have crushed him. Okay, this is the first incident of our children. The second was when Steven got hit by a train which is told in my story published April 10, 2015 entitled Firecrackers and Trains don’t mix.”
If you are reading this – I know it sounds like a fairy story or a made up one – but know this: It really did happen – and Steven who never believed in God that much became very religious and he still is. All our children are too. I didn’t tell my parents about it because I didn’t want them to feel guilty about it. Daddy died on October 11, 1982 and after that we moved to Kansas City. I told Mother about it and she was so amazed. So if you don’t believe in a higher power – you are talking to the wrong person – I saw this happen just as it did. Well, I won’t preach any more, but I told the story of Steven and the train and wanted people to know this was not the first time my children had been saved, by the grace of God. Nan Claire Duggar Falkner. Thanks for reading this. Nan