Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Goodland and Warba
We are preparing for winter, and it is a bright fall day in Warba, Minnesota. We are on twenty acres and the other twenty of the old family farm is in Goodland, Minnesota. There is much to do before winter gets here. The hubby says, "I have to change the cylinder on the lawn mower. This will be the third one, but I got a forty dollar one this time, and that should last." I said, how come you put the snow fence up already? Hubby said, "It is the time of year when you just can't tell if it will rain or snow. It did just rain, I told you it would be rain. And if it wasn't an inch of rain we would have had a foot of snow!" If I would have known there was so much work that goes into living here, I don't know if I would have agreed to live here and then add the farms around here and the crops being soaked in chemicals.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Longevity
Marriage Number 1
I was married the first time at age 17, in 1971. My mother planned the wedding of her dreams. All I had to do was show up to try on the dress for a fitting. It was a November wedding, with the works. A beautiful white gown, with a veil that I would wear, made by her cousin, and friend from high school. My friends and sister, had beautiful dresses made by the same person. Made of a soft burgundy velvet. The cake was a great towering monster of a cake. The venue was a catholic church wedding with the church basement for the reception and the dance at a resort down the road.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Marriage
Trauma, Grief and Loss
Growing up crazy is what I believed was going on with me earlier than most, and some may say I was just lazy. In my family, old men were alcoholic and old women were crazy. Lazy meant I wasn't exercising or eating right, and I had too much time on my hands at night.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Psyche
What Do I know About Cars?
I know that car behind the grandson is red. I know my car is a red Dodge Journey, and my husband calls it a grocery-getter. I traded a gunmetal grey Chevy Traverse for it. In other words, I can tell you what color cars are when I see them and not much else.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Wheel
