Paps’s World – missing the little ones!

We have been gone from their home two weeks.

Yet – almost every day – one of the little ones

will face time or call.

Cassidy loves her MORMOR

she is the one who I think misses us the most.

She would come down those stairs to say good night

give hugs and this would happen several times!

She was always asking when we would come back.

Bode – so much like Cassidy but all boy!

Every morning without fail

from 6 to 6:15 AM.

Down those stairs he would come or if I were on the front porch

climb up onto my lap.

” I LOVE YOU PAPA”!

As simple as that!

Taylor or “T” as I call her

so mature – so kind – who only wants to ride horses!

She takes lessons once a week –

She knows how to groom them and saddle them

how to clean their hooves.

“T” who just wants her ALONE time-

in her room reading or playing with her horses and lego’s!

WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGER!

We spent almost three months with them

One time they spent a year with us.

Sherry is their “MORMOR”

Swedish for MOTHER’S MOTHER!

That is all they have ever called her.

Bode at five is now golfing with his daddy!
“T” is so fast growing up!
Cassidy is the one who teaches the others crafts – just as her MORMOR teaches others!
Cassidy is her MORMOR’S SHADOW!

Yes – missing the three little ones

The older three are growing up

one in college – one about to graduate

and one who wants to be with grandma!

The three little ones – who are young enough

to see we are now at a distance and call all the time.

And then there is Tammy – their mother

who in all her life has never lived more that two hours away

This is where the little ones get it from

MORMOR – MOTHERS MOTHER

Tammy – Sherry’s daughter

The family lives on –

“WE LOVE YOU MORMOR”

Yes LITTLE ones – she knows with tears of joy!

SWEDISH MORMOR MOTHER’S MOTHER Debby – GIGI – Sherry – Tammy

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Papa’s World – I choose to be me – #livinglifetotheplus –

Now that I am 70 years old ( young ) – time to reflect -just how did I get here and where am I going down that long ( sometimes) journey of life !

My niece Terri and my brother Mike – with me in the middle

When I was born – I already had a brother ten years old at the time and a sister fifth teen years old . So – I was like the second family – and it stayed that way until I was four plus ten months – and then Mike came – shortly before that – my sister – who had married – gave birth to Terri.

My early childhood – was spent with my Grand Ma – who lived with us at that time – she was in her late 70’s and early 80’s. She was Penn. Dutch – and they had twelve children. They lived on a farm and grand pa – was a big man. The story goes during the depression – he would carry meat and flour to the neighbors to help them out. There was no money – but he had a kind heart. I never knew him as he passed before I was born in ’49 – he was hoisting a pig up to the barn rafters and suffered a heart attack. There is a family history of heart attacks on this side – all his sons suffered the same .

David and Nora Aiken – my grand parents -who lived ” Down Home ” in Pa.Corsica.

She cared for me while my parents worked – my Mom at Alcas – now known as Cutco – in Olean N.Y. and my dad as a supervisor in the oil fields for South Penn oil company , known as Penns. oil.

Tom at around age 2 or 3.

It was at this time my mother would not let me take my shirt off outside – she said ” People will think I am starving you ” ! You could count every vein and bone on my chest ! Today – well – you would be hard pressed to find either ! Where did that go !!

My great – great grand father and grand mother – Frank Schick and Sara.

I do not know much about them – other then when young – my grandmother Nora – left home and followed the lumber camps through out Pa. cooking meals and that is where she met my grand father David. But – I am told that they were Pa. Dutch .

My father – Clarence Russel Fitzsimmons

My father – he would take me to work with him when I was young- to the oil fields – I still remember the smells and the sounds. The chill air and all the big bull dozers. The tool houses that they pulled around and me riding in the seat next to Pat Murphy. Then there was Junior Greenman – and a host of other colorful men – the mud and Earth chewed up by the tracks of the dozer. My dad passed early in my life – when I had just turned 19. His family came from Ireland – County Tyrone – so I was told. A tale of FIVE brothers who came here in the mid 19th. century. Seeking fame and fortune, only to find that IMMIGRANTS such as they were – looked down on – and treated very badly – in that aspect – not much has changed – will we ever learn ?

My mother – Mary Aiken Fitzsimmons who lived to be almost 98 !

Mary – as most people called her – MOM to me – she was small but feisty – she ruled – talked soft – but I listened to her – we all did. She outlived my younger brother and my older sister. She wore a ball cap that said – ” I’M THE BOSS ” ! But she also could bake – pies – buns – cakes and home made bread ! She was known all over for that. And she also was known to a LOT of people. She would sit on her front porch – and all day long – as cars went past – horns would honk- windows come down and a big ” HELLO MARY” would come forth. If I were there – I would ask her who that was -she would just say ” OH , SOMEONE , THEY ALL DO IT ” !!!!

My brother in law Bill and my sister Donna & me.

My sister Donna – she also helped to raise me – my Mom would walk my brother and me down the street at 5:45 am. We would walk the long steps up to their apartment – and lie down in the little room set aside with a couch. Here we would sleep another hour until she would wake us up to eat and then off to school. Bill – my brother in law – was the town Police chief – but also drove all over the East coast delivering meat for White Hawk Meat Company. One time up near Boston – he was at a truck stop – and in came a crew from a radio station. Looking for a human interest story. They interviewed him – as he was both a Police chief and a truck driver – and that show aired on the radio – he got a copy of it – Larry King did the interview ! My mother outlived both of them.

My brother Roger and me.

Growing up – I had one hero in life – my brother Roger, I looked up to him and tried my best to be just like him. He was my idol and ten years older. He went away to college and became a national ” WHO’S WHO” – from all over the USA. He went into the Navy in OCS- and was a LT. during the ‘NAM war. He never came back to our home town to live – I moved into his bedroom after he left for college. I still remember all the things he left behind – on the walls – the club room he and his friends had in our basement. In his later years – after his wife passed – we would spend our Winters with him in The Villages in Florida – where this picture was taken. Hero’s and idols – I had one – and it was him.

1967 – senior picture – Tom Fitzsimmons

My life as I know it – I am writing this now because I am the last one living. All have now gone before me. I needed to get it down for my sons – grand children – great nieces and great great nephew. My brothers children and their children. A history of growing up in a little town called Eldred in NWPA. In the mountains so lush and green.

I am in the autumn of my own life – and the main purpose of this blog is to record the memories I have. As I have been writing daily for the past 8 years – only to have them somewhere in face book land.

Tom & Sherry Fitzsimmons

I owe this all to my wife – Sherry – who encourages me to write it down as she often says. So – with that being said – going back to the beginning –

“Where does it say we have to “ACT” our age ?”

As long as it makes me happy and I’m not hurting anyone –

” I WILL ACT WHATEVER AGE I WANT TO ” !

Besides – I learned a long time ago – when you are married –

” IT’S NOT FOR ME TO QUESTION WHY – BUT FOR ME TO DO OR DIE ” !!! LOL

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Papa’s World – my life – memories – for my family.

All my life I have chosen to listen – to observe –

and take it all in – trying to see all sides.

My sister was a master at this!

My older brother often would listen

then in a very thoughtful way – comment.

I have tried to emulate both.

My mother Mary

Small in stature she was – but ruled with a iron will!

She was almost 98 years old when she passed away.

She had outlived her husband and second husband –

One of my brothers and my sister and brother in law

whom both lived right next door and took care of her.

She was a excellent cook as was my dad.

She was known for her baking bread – rolls and pies

all over town.

Often sending them to the doctor or other people in town.

My father every Friday night – we were Catholic –

No meat – would fry at the table on a electric grill –

Salmon patties – pan cakes and his favorite –

oyster soup! ( NOT MINE)

My father was a hunter – fisherman – sportsman.

He also graduated from High School in his Sophomore year

But My grandfather – who taught school for over 50 years

made him take his junior and senior years over again.

Saying he was too young to continue on!

They instilled in me what you read here.

I was like a second family to come along.

My sister was 15 years older and my brother 10 years old

when I was born.

Then along came my younger brother some 4 1/2 years later.

My dad passed at age 59.

But what I remember was that she was quiet – smiling –

but he always listened to her

and I most certainly did also.

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Papas World – she was small but she ruled the roost!

They all called her “MARY”

but to me she was “MOM”!

Everyone would drive by that front porch on main street

Roll their window down –

Wave and say “HI MARY”!

Beeping their horns.

I would ask “Who was that”?

“Oh – just someone” she would reply.

They all knew her – and my sisters and brothers friends

Well – after they were gone – they would still stop in.

Same with mine!

She was almost 98 when she passed

But she still was tough as nails!

I loved her – but more than that –

I respected her – calm – cool and collect.

Aunt Mary – Mom – Mary –

all the same to me.

1967 – senior
ME!

It had rained for many days back in the mid ’50’s.

She told me – “Tommy – don’t go near the water”!

You see – before the dike system was upgraded

our little town of Eldred Pa. would almost flood whenever

we had major rain – and this was one of them.

Most times – not major like in ’42.

But one or two feet of water standing on main street!

This time it was different – there was a lot of water –

and off I went – eventually ending up by the main street water

where I was told not to go!

I guess I can say I have always been a little independent

I am careful – I think before I walk – leap or run!

But this day I thought “NO ONE WILL KNOW”!

That is – out of the blue a photo was taken –

By a man who worked for the area newspaper!

Of a young man who had made a raft and was making

his way down main street –

AND THERE I WAS WATCHING HIM!

Yes – that is me – standing in the water on main street flood!

Exactly where I was told not to go!

WHO WOULD OF THOUGHT!

Mary – Mom – Aunt Mary was small –

cool – calm and collect –

She ruled the house – one day she chased me –

all over the back yard –

until I made it to the front porch and crawled under.

As far back as I could go.

She and my sister coaxed me out-

“This is gonna hurt me more than you” she said.

Don’t believe that!

That day it rained and then the next when the morning paper came

and there I was being where I was not suppose to be!

I admitted it and she smiled –

Mary – Mom – Aunt Mary

Cool – calm & collect

“Tommy – this is going to hurt me more than you”

Don’t believe that!

I sure do miss her – Mommy.

Sherry and Tom

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Papa’s World – IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME !

It was dark – only the street lights were on – cold wind – we were bundled up

We started our walk down the street – I was 9 – my brother 5.

It was a cold Winter day – pre dawn –

and we walked behind my mother.

You – see – my parents both worked –

my dad had already left for the oil fields

My Mom – she would be picked up by Oscar and Glady’s in twenty minutes

We – in turn –

would walk to my sister’s apartment –

Where we would lay back down and sleep until breakfast !

So it went – those early years –

my sister and brother in law –

lived a few houses away .

Bill – Donna – Tom

If I could turn back time –

I would love to see them again.

She was the kindest person you could ever meet –

And Bill ( Willy ) –

one of the funniest men you would ever know.

After my grand ma passed away –

it was Donna who watched over me.

She was fifth teen years older than I –

I wanted to be where ever they were.

This was Donna –

always seeing both sides

and understanding .

Bill – was a meat cutter –

truck driver –

police chief and Mayor !

He also played first base on our town team base ball squad.

That is where I first remember him –

as my dad was the manager.

He was fair in what ever he did –

all my friends –

could of been in trouble –

But he wisely led them straight .

He has a nick name for every one of us –

except me –

he called me Tommy –

which endeared me to him.

My gratitude to the both of them is endless –

Both – were always there for me –

Many times –

in H.S. she would talk with me –

( She cut my hair until I was in my twenties )

As would Bill –

It was a small town –

everyone knew your name –

If I could turn back time for just one day –

They all are in heaven now –

I am the last –

But –

The abundance of life comes through the love they gave me –

If I could turn back time –

Just one more hug –

one more smile –

EVERY ONE HAS A STORY

Today –

this is my story –

my thought –

IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

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Papa’s World – when birthdays come in three’s

GOOD MORNING

Everyone celebrates their birthday on a special day !

It is very rare to celebrate your birthday with your child !

But – how rare is it to celebrate your birthday

with TWO of your children !!!

Taylor – Tammy – Cassidy
all share the same day
September 3rd.

Nine years ago the twins were born –

43 years ago – Tammy was born –

all on September 3 rd. !!!

Cassidy and Taylor

The twins had to be delivered early

The doctor said Taylor was growing and Cassidy wasn’t !

And so it has been all their lives

They grow at the same pace now

Taylor and Cassidy

Alike but different – same as their size –

one athletic ( Cassidy ) Gymnastics –

one who loves and rides horses ( Taylor )

both who adore their mother and MORMOR ( SHERRY ) Mothers mother !

Tammy and Sherry

Tammy – played basketball – soccer and in the marching band growing up !

Tammy in the marching band all those years ago

Today – she runs her own business –

Two of them actually

One Health and Nutrition

as a Sales Coordinator for the Juice Plus Company

Tammy at her own store
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The other is her own store she opened up over a year ago !

A kids consignment

dealing in only upscale clothing ages 3 months to size 14 !

Her store is open six days a week and she has four part time employees !

Cassidy
so little
but so feisty
Taylor
so loving – so mature

So all have the same day as a birthday means days and days of celebrations

Daughter and Mother

Mother and daughter so much alike!

Marcus and Tammy
husband and wife

Marcus – our son in law – daddy to the kids !

Cassidy -Tammy and Taylor
the birthday party at our house
and Bode’s hand
Fit bits from us
they were so excited
and wear them every day
trying to out do each other
in steps !!!!
The little guy
Bode watching
he and Cassidy
are two peas
in a pod !!!!

As the years pass – we have a door upstairs –

on the back of that door recorded with dates and names

are their heights and weight

both progress the same

from the 1 lb. 14 ozs. of Taylor at birth

and the 1lb. 2 ozs.of Cassidy at birth

it has not changed !

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The three
one for three
three for one

Sherry – Certified Health Coach

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR THREE !!!

Thank you

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