Jennifer Goble Ph.D

Rural Women Stoires

Rural Women ... Rural Stories

  • Home
  • Rural Women’s Stories
  • Blog
    • Counseling
    • Rural Stories
    • Rural Women
    • Dr. J’s personal stories
  • Newspaper
  • About Me
  • Book
  • Contact
You are here: Home / Rural Women's Stories / An Ordinarily Wonderful Life

An Ordinarily Wonderful Life

January 15, 2016 5 Comments

Written By: Norma From: CO

An Ordinarily Wonderful Life

I first remember when I was five,(1943) our family moved from Kansas to Colorado. It was the post-depression era, and Dad couldn’t find work. Offered a partnership with his brother, we traveled to my Uncle’s ranch (five children and two adults in one old car) located near Vernon, a dinky little community about 30 miles from Wray, out in the sand-hills.

We lived in a neglected old farmhouse. I remember cleaning oil lamps and seeing rattlers in the yard, and the windmill pumping water into a stone house to keep milk & meat cool. My brothers and I walked, or sometimes rode a horse to a country school. After a couple of years, we moved into Wray where Dad got another job. I never asked why the partnership didn’t work out, but we remained close to my uncle and family, our only relatives in Colorado.

I was very shy. Sandwiched in between two older brothers and two younger brothers I played by myself most of the time. I spent hours with my paper dolls and dress-up fantasies. There wasn’t much money, so a ten cent book of paper dolls was a big treat. My years in Wray were happy even though we were extremely poor. Dad’s job relocated to Sterling when I was fifteen. Like most teens, I hated to leave my high school friends, but Sterling did sound pretty exciting.

That summer I got a job and the first taste of having my spending money. I wasted a lot of it and later decided I better teach my kids, at a young age, what it was to have a little money so they would know how to budget when they became adults.

Then I met John. His hobby was racing stock cars, so I spent the weekends at the track. When summer ended, Mom told me it was time to quit my job because the school would be starting. I told her I was not going back to school and I didn’t. Mom knew she had a stubborn daughter.

I turned sixteen on January 1st and married John on January 15th, 1954, with my parent’s reluctant blessings. John came from a family of 14 siblings, so imagine how a shy backward girl felt with 14 boisterous brothers & sisters-in-law. I loved being with the huge family, but it was tough. In September, we lost a son born prematurely. He weighed three pounds, but I am sure with today’s technologies he would have lived.

We purchased a house for a whopping three thousand dollars and did it need help! We would buy two or three sheets of sheetrock a week at eighty-eight cents each. Remodeling became part of our lives and during the next 60 years, we remodeled our four homes plus countless rentals and our kids & grandkids homes.

In the next three years, we had three more children, all girls. I had four babies before I was twenty-one. After Sharon was born in 1959, I read an article in the newspaper about a revolutionary new birth control pill. The “old” Dr. Clark, a devout Catholic, would not help me…so I took matters into my hands and made an appointment for us to see Dr. Beebe to talk about something permanent. Dr. Beebe had a reputation, but I found him to be warm and caring.

During the girl’s diaper stage I had a wringer washer with hot water heated on the stove and no dryer. Only a woman my age knows what it was like to hang wet diapers on the clothesline in sub-zero weather. I potty trained each one by eighteen months because I was expecting again and not going to have two in diapers.

John was totally against my working outside the home, but when the girls were all in school, I was so lonely I felt I needed to find something to do. I had no education or experience, but through a friend, I found a job with school food service. The job was perfect for me as I was home when the kids were home. After two years I became manager of a cafeteria and continued for ten years. This job was the most educational job I could ever have. It prepared me with the basic skills I would need in all my future jobs: time management, responsibility, reliability, people management, besides nutrition and budgeting.

I wanted to have a GED before my girls graduated from high school. The classes to study for the tests kept canceling, so I decided just to take the tests. I passed … even the Algebra.

Wanting a change in occupation, I evaluated what I thought I would like to do. I knew I liked to work with Seniors and was hired at the Senior Nutrition Program as the site supervisor. After a short time, I was promoted to the office management and then to Director of twelve meal sites in NE Colorado. My office was in the old Sterling Library.

The Nutrition Program position involved a lot of travel, so when NJC (Northeastern Junior College) advertised for a one-year, part-time assistant of Community Education, I applied and began in 1981. Working my way up the ladder again, I became permanent and full-time within one year, and then on to the position of Assistant Coordinator, and then Coordinator until my retirement in 1998. That was as far as I could go with the education I had. Not having a college degree didn’t hurt me in the place in life I wanted to be, and I felt blessed I had always been able to move ahead.

One of the most defining and sad parts of our lives was the loss of our daughter, Sharon, in 1992. She was a beautiful soul, and it devastated our family to lose her. We learned that our family could survive the hardest loss possible, but we had to make a choice. As a family, we would survive. It is not easy being strong when you want to fold up and die.

So many small things in life determined who I am. Little bits and pieces of life all molded into one slightly worn and tattered lady of seventy–eight years. It’s been a great trip, and I am so blessed to be where I am, and to see what happens during the rest of my life.

Dr J’s Comments

A beautiful story from a beautiful woman. At seventy-eight, she shares her life as daughter, wife, and mother. She is honest about her struggles, her strengths, and her losses. A must read.

Comments

  1. Lois Scott says

    January 15, 2016 at 3:54 am

    Well said!

    Reply
  2. Wendi Deines says

    January 15, 2016 at 12:03 pm

    Wow, such amazing grit! Thanks for sharing your inspirational story.

    Reply
  3. Karen Nab says

    January 16, 2016 at 4:25 am

    She is the most inspirational and exceptional woman anyone could know and I am lucky enough to be able to call her Mom.

    Reply
    • Jennifer Goble says

      January 18, 2016 at 2:24 am

      How sweet Karen – I too am lucky…to call her friend.

      Reply
  4. karen58 says

    February 2, 2016 at 6:51 pm

    I found this blog through The Writing Bug. Thank you, Norma, for sharing. I enjoy reading women’s stories and yours is an inspiration.

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Have a question to ask or simply need some advice?

Dear Dr J

Have a story to tell?

Rural women are the backbone of our country. We all have great stories to tell. Write your story; life story or a special happening. Submit often.

Tell Your Story

Jennifer Goble, Ph.D. is a rural mental heath therapist, author, columnist, and speaker. Her primary purpose in counseling and writing is to help women and families in rural communities.

Read More About Jennifer

My Clients ... My Teachers: the Noble Process of Psychotherapy" by Jennifer J. Goble Ph.D

Order my signed book today, only $15.00 plus tax and shipping.


  • Also available on Kindle, Nook, Ipad, and all your e-readers.

Recent Comments

  • Jennifer Goble on We want physical and mental health holding hands
  • Jennifer Goble on Join me in saying, ‘Kudos—you are stars’
  • Jennifer Goble on Know, understand, and repeat.
  • Jennifer Goble on It’s a ‘shake it off’ season
  • Jenene on It’s a ‘shake it off’ season

© 2025 · Jennifer Goble Ph.D. · Log in