- GFG - A2387a / A
- AKA: Klein (GFG)
42757. Michael Kristen Bordinger
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
42765. Christina Marie Barnhart
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- Moved to McMurray, PA in 1961
- Graduated Penn Tech in Pittsburgh, PA
- Moved to FL to start job at Harris CSD
- Census: Met Reid in summer of 1979
- Shared residence in July of 1980
- Moved into townhouse in Coconut Crk, FL
- 24 Apr 1989 Started job at Indiana Michigan Power
- Awarded Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do
- 28 Dec 1995 Began entering data on family- This is my autobiography, put down for the reference (and possible amusement) of future generations. My given name is Anna Marie, but I aquired the nick-name of "Missy" as a baby. I have been told that my "God-mother", upon seeing me, thought that the name Anna Marie was such a long name for such a "cute little Missy after four boys". The name stuck. The name was not a harbinger of things to come...I grew up to give the term "Tom-boy" a new meaning...more on that later.
I was born in Chicago, IL, on Sept. 22, 1958. I was number seven out of what ended up being a family with nine children. As you can see if you have the other family record that this accompanies, there are five boys and four girls. Alice is the oldest, and she and Suzy (next in line) were very instrumental in my younger siblings and my own upbringing (the older ones take care of the younger ones in a large family). The family was considered to be rather large by the mid-1900's standards, and it was fun to be raised with so many siblings. Bill, nick-named Wing or Winger (because he'd bought a pair of wing-tipped shoes in his early adolescence) is my eldest brother, and a lot of fun. Keith is next in line, and he kind of watched out for me when we were little (and older too), but I didn't know it much of the time. I only found out if he tattled. My next brother, Doug was my nemesis, and delighted in teasing me at every opportunity. He could get me to cry and run tattleing to Mom, and then look so innocent...Mom always told me to just ignore him, but he could always keep it up for longer than I could ignore him. In retrospect, I can hardly blame him for picking on me so much because I did react so well when he started on me. It got so that I got mad if he looked at me wrong! My family still teases me somewhat about "he's looking at me again!". For the record, it wasn't that he was just looking in my direction, but HOW he looked at me...making faces and stuff. That's a big deal to a little kid. We grew up to get along fine though, once he grew beyond the need to provoke me and I outgrew the need to react to him when he tried to "get me going". My last older brother is Bob, and I adored him and looked up to him as the best brother in the world. When he let me tag along with him and his friends (a very rare occasion) I was so pleased and would do ANYTHING he said to. Curiously, he was unaware of this adoration until we were grown up and it was revealed to him by my sister-in-law, Cathy (Springer), also known as "Spring". You know, "Wing and Spring"...get it? Anyway, he apparently reacted with mild surprise at the news that I idolized him, but then recalled that I was always in the background, and it explained why I was "such a pest". My younger sister is Holly, and she was so named because of her December birthday. We got along, and we also didn't get along, as sisters do. We were only one year (and THREE months, a big deal when your "little" sister is physically bigger thatn you are) apart in age. My yougest brother is Henry, and he is named for Mom's father. His middle name is Cook, and the story is that we are related to Capt. Cook, the British Explorer, and the name is added to at least one male child in the line to "keep the name in the family" from Dad's side. My father's middle name is also Cook. I haven't figured out how we're related yet, but I'm working on it...maybe by the time you read this I'll have the answer.
As we grew up, I mostly played with Holly and Henry, and other kids in the neighborhood. We picked on Henry a lot, but he got us back, especially me. When he was younger, less than eight years old or so, it seems that I was somehow held responsible for anything he did, whether I was around when he did it or not. I was, after all, the eldest of the "three little ones" as Holly, Henry, and I were referred to. Once he figured this out, I was in trouble. After a while though we got through that and he was held accountable for what he did himself. We younger ones played games together, like Kick the Can (like hide and seek only better because you can set the ones caught, free), and whatever fad game was popular at the time. Jax was one game, and Hula-hoops also came in and out of popularity throughout my childhood. We enjoyed sleeping outside during the summer, and sneaking down to the "Dairy Bar" for snacks once it started to get dark.
I had to share a room with Holly and Henry for the first seven years of my life, then when Alice went off to college I moved in with Suzy and Henry got my bed...he was in a crib until he was nearly 5 years old. When Suzy went off to school, Holly and I shared a room and Henry got his OWN ROOM (a VERY big deal back then). I didn't get my own room until Doug went away to college.
We did chores, usually on Saturdays during the school year, and every day during the summer. We also all took turns doing the dishes, and since we didn't have an automatic dishwasher until I was around thirteen or so, we did them by hand. During the summer that amounted to washing service for eleven people, plus cleaning up of the dinner preparations. It took a long time to do, but then I didn't have to do them again for about a week and a half, after Alice, Suzy...etc. all had their turns. We had a rule also...whoever was late for dinner had to do the dishes, and there was an unwritten guideline that if you managed to finish and leave before it was decided that it was your turn for dishes, you got a reprieve until the next night. So, if it was not my night for dishes, I made sure that it was established so that I wouldn't get stuck with them out of turn.
We had other rules too, that had been set by Alice and Suzy mostly. One of them was "Dibs". In a large family, seating space in front of the TV was always at a premium, so it was a good idea to get a good seat early in the evening if possible. Of course, there are certain emergancies that arise, like needing a drink or a snack, or to answer "nature's call". So to keep the seat reserved until we came back, we would say "Dibs". It was good for about fifteen minutes, unless called out on an assignment for Mom or Dad, when it couldn't be helped. If you had a blanket or pillow on the chair that was not your personal property, it was also dibbed with "dibs on this place and everything on it", usually said in a sing-song kind of voice. Dibs had to be said while still in contact with the article...if someone got the chair before you remembered to say Dibs, you couldn't claim it from across the room, like "oh yeah, Dibs!"...it didn't usually work that way. The reason I relate this information is because this story has brought much amusement to those I tell now, and I thought it might be amusing for future generations to see. I instituted "Dibs" at a former work place and one of my co-workers had me print up the rules, just for fun.
As in most families, especially larger ones like ours, clothing was passed down from older (or larger) to smaller siblings. I wore many of my brother's clothes, which I liked to do because I wanted to be a boy anyway...boys were allowed to do more back then than girls could, like play Little League baseball. I also sometimes had to wear my little sister Holly's clothes, because she was bigger than me from about second grade on. It's pretty insulting to have to wear your LITTLE sister's old clothes. Also, everyone thought she was older than me, because she was bigger. That's when the "one year and three months" age difference became very important. Holly related an amusing incident from our childhood. Since I was such a tom-boy, I kept my hair short and dressed like a boy (no dresses, of course), and even went without a shirt during the summer until I was about eight years old. Strangers thought I was a boy, and we had new neighbors move in that once asked Holly why she called her "little brother" Missy...she replied that it was because I was her big sister and left them to ponder it for a while. I also wanted to be a Cub Scout when I was little, and would wear Bobby's old uniform around all the time. I thought the blue and gold colors were so cool...I even learned the Cub Scout promise, the Motto (Do Your Best), and everything else it takes to be a Bobcat, the first badge in Cub Scouts. I finally got to be a real Cub Scout as an adult, when my son joined the Cub Scouts and I was his leader. I even got to go to camp, which I had wanted to do so much as a child. I ended up in Girl Scouts, which was OK I guess, because we did go to camp a few times, but I was always a Cub Scout at heart. I even used to sit outside my brother's "Den Mother's" house and listen to the meetings and pretend to be a real scout. I guess it sounds pretty pathetic now, but Alice remembers it fondly and still teases me about that occasionally.
As far as school goes, we kind of went to the same school, as long as we were in the age group of the school attended. I started out at Pleasant Valley in first grade, and Bob and Doug were also there. I used to sneak over to Bob's playground during lunch recess, partly to escape a few older girls that used to pick on me. I found my own friends after a while though, and that ended. Being very small for my age, I'd have Kindergarteners come up and ask me what I was doing on the "big kids" playground when I was in third grade...how insulting!
I and my immediate-aged siblings (Doug, Bob, Holly and Henry) used to fight and bicker during the day, but at night when the lights are out and the unseen nothings that little kids think are under the bed start to intrude on over-active imaginations, all bets were off. Some of my fondest memories are of waking up frightened in the middle of the night, sure that whatever was under my bed was going to get me. I would hop out, at least two feet from the edge of the bed to avoid their reach, another jump around Holly's bed so that her's couldn't get me either, and then out into the hall where I was safe. I'd go down to Bob's bed, and he'd let me climb in and sleep with him when I was afraid. Holly often times ended up in there with us too, only in Doug's bed. Then we would sometimes trade places because Doug and I liked to have our backs "scritched", and Bob and Holly didn't, so Doug and I would scritch each other's back for counts of 100. It was funny how Doug and I could be at each other so bad during the day, yet help each other like this at night. When we grew up, I told Bob about how even though he didn't usually let me around him during the day I could always come in at night to escape my bed-monsters, and he said that he had them too, that he let me in because he figured that if they got too aggressive he could push me over to them....talk about disillusionment! He was kind of joking of course...
Marriage Notes for Anna Marie Shader and Reid William Simmons
- Reid and Anna's wedding took place at St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Boca Raton FL. The reception was at the Highland Beach Holiday Inn, and the reception room had a beautiful view of the beach. The day was clear and sunny, and at the start of one of the driest seasons that S. Florida had known. Much of the Shader family was present (Alice and Dave Oguss, the Barnharts, Bill and Cathy, Bob, Henry, Bill and Doris Shader, and Henrietta (Detta). All of Reid's family (the Siccas, the Shinns, Debbie and Doug, Mardell and Rolf, and Vernette and John Nellis, Vernette's "significant Other"), along with many friends were in attendance. Elaine Bakisae was the Maid of Honor, and Del Haywood was the Bride's Maitron. Todd Barnhart was a Junior Usher, and Christy was the Flower Girl. Scott Shinn was the Ring Bearer, Juliet Sicca was a Junior Bridesmaid, and Tom Shinn was the Best Man. Much preparation went into this occasion, and the reception was changed from the Tiarra del Mar (an all-purpose room at Mardel and Rolf's condo) to the Highland Beach facility. The day was beautiful, the nicest day of the bride's life, and the Honeymoon was a cruise to the Bahamas.
(g334)
42768. Tamara Michelle Simmons
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A
- GFG - A / A