Continued Education meets Marriage
A few friends who are still in my life for some 45 years reminded me of my being quite the gal. I used to actually get asked for autographs. Why autographs? Well I had been on television, modeled, had a full page newspaper article written about my creative wedding and modeling. I had coverage of my work in other newspapers and a National magazine. Being in backstage with rock stars and doing lip sinks on television, which were popular at the time. I sat with the press at concerts and over drinks with rock stars and coffee with movie stars, a back rub from a soft and gentle folk singer, who had become quite famous. There are also the movie stars I could be flattered by and those stories I would want to hide. I might have wondered why I had a certain heir of a wild child but it was the 70’s, however untamed they became. Nothing stopped me, until this part of my life. I have a very primal nature with a resilient spirit that just keeps going forward even within my confusion and lack of direction.
Now I am carving out how to forgive my shame I took so lightly to not feel and think. Hiding myself wrapped it in a cloak of excitement and drama. I met my Tim when I came home from England. He was a student renting the house across the street from my mothers. I no longer wanted to hide my past. Yet my not having any formal structure except coberal, I was all over the place exploring. I would come home from work and he and his roommates were sitting on the roof and they invited me over. Cheering when I came home walking down the street. I took the bus to work. At that time I worked for an interior designer in a Department store downtown once again. I began having fun with the college student. Tim was so sweet and funny and he would take me out to his College and he would show me around. He was a math/chemistry major and had a minor in Ceramics. Imagine. I didn’t have a clue the importance of math and chemistry in formulating glazes for pottery.
Tim and I were to get married. He became my second husband and finally I consummated my sexuality's, I knew something was wrong. We chose Niagara Falls for our Honeymoon. How trite and even if it were the Honeymoon capital of the US our first try ended in me in the corner shaking. It was as if every trauma that led to that moment came to take over my body. This was the beginning of my second marriage. Once again I knew how to please him. I was enamored with a brilliant college student from Minnesota. He had gone to a prestigious boys school in Maine. Tim was a Hippie and I was a flamboyant Freak. Kind of the Sharks and Jets of the 60’s. That sounds so awful but it was fun till Marriage. I had no real education apart from High School which was a failure. I lacked two classes and I wasn’t going to get High School done for me in England. Hull, Yorkshire to be exact. How is it that I could go to College or Art School in England and they didn’t care about American High School, only my artistic talent. I wanted my schooling, I was driven to become educated after my failures. Tim was the perfect companion or so I thought.
