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SUSAN MARIE DAVNIERO
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HERE I AM - MY STORY
has this name
HERE I AM - MY STORY
Here I am – my story. Somehow my story is part of God’s plan. I wasn’t born alone. My identical twin sister, Laura, and I were born together during the Baby Boom. Laura is my best friend.
When my mother learned she was carrying twins she told the doctor; “That’s impossible. There aren’t any twins in our family tree.” But the doctor said; “It’s possible.” And that is the exact title; “It’s Possible,” of the song my mother wrote as a loving tribute to commemorate the twins birth. My father named me, Susan. “Don’t let anyone call you anything else but Susan – no Sue or Susie will do,” Dad told me. And I never did.
My life has just begun during those early years growing up. Laura and I shared everything, birthdays, toys, clothes, friends, and even our bedroom. It was always share and share alike. One toy I didn’t share though was my Easy Bake Oven. I learned to like cooking because of that little oven. Years later in High School I would cook the family meals when my mother worked late at the bank. I was a natural cook with a little of this and little of that. My older sister, Teresa, still raves about my Chicken Cacciatore.
I always liked to draw and enjoy art classes. Apparently Mom knew that when she wrote in my grade school graduation book; “I know your future lies in art – Good luck and love with all my heart.”
Yet, my future wasn’t art. My High School days were a preview of my adult life. The school’s curriculum laid the foundation for what I have become today: there was business and secretarial courses, writing class, chorus, church catechism, volunteering, as well as art class. I even joined the Future Homemakers Club.
Who knew that one day I would need all of these skills as I became a Secretary in business, sing at church, an author, church pantry volunteer, and a homemaker. And I still like to draw.
I was a good student earning A’s in Social Studies wanting to learn all about history, politics, and current events. To this day I am still very interested in Social Studies subjects reading many books on the subjects and writing political and current event letters published in many newspapers including the NY Times.
It was during High School when I was 14 that I read The Diary of Anne Frank, which inspired me to keep a diary throughout High School. I still have those diaries today. I don’t keep a diary today. I have a blog instead (susanmariedavn.blogspot.com).
During those years, I also enjoy writing letters to friends, family, celebrities and politicians. I still have the reply letters collection today, among them from Soupy Sales and Senator Jacob Javits (when I volunteered.) I’m still writing letters today when I share my opinions writing letters, stories, essays and poems. Frankly, I have a lot to say.
While in High School my friend Margie sold Avon and it wasn’t long before I became an Avon Lady, also. I learned a lot about marketing and selling from that first summer job. The Avon Lady knows you can’t buy beauty; however, you can sell it.
After graduation and a fling in Florida Long Island , NY
In a few months I was able to buy my first new car – sporty red 1974 Vega. It was a co-ownership with my twin sister, Laura. Apparently it was still share and share alike. The wheels on the road fueled me to travel on as I sang along with the radio. I was young, willing and driven. I was entering the race of my life.
I had little to complain about during those years being young, single, and living at home. They were carefree years, living at home, working, dating, driving a new car, going to discos, in general had few responsibilities. It was fun, fun, fun; traveling to exciting places such as Las Vegas, NV, Florida and spending summers in the Hamptons in eastern Long Island. There were good times closer to home too, as I would go out on dates to Manhattan (or “the city” as Long Islanders called it) going to the top of the Empire State Building, State Parks, Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade or events at Madison Square Garden.
With Laura leading the way looking good (after she grew her hair long, lost weight dieting and exercising) I followed - mirror image twins. I had begun a lifetime of commitment to dieting and keeping myself in shape. Yet, to my mother’s displeasure, I didn’t cook the family meals anymore. I grew my hair long, lost weight and brought petite size 4-6 new clothes. Also, became a vegetarian. To this day, I am still the same size that I was back then.
I dated a lot and had boyfriends, but I had yet to meet my husband to be. My mother, Helen Fischetti, is gone now yet I will always remember how she arranged the blind date that changed my life. One day my mother went to a luncheon and exchange photos with family friend, Gig. One of Gig’s photos was of her single son, Bob. My mother gave Gig my phone number and the rest is history. Apparently, Mother’s do know best.
I easily gave up my carefree single life to happily marry Robert Davniero. I never looked back. Bob and I married on July 1, 1979 in Saint James Church in Seaford , NY
It was soon after in 1983 that would bring me a brokenhearted pain. The loss of my father, Gerard Fischetti, when he passed on May 17 seemed hopelessly cruel. A sadness grew inside me that I never knew before. I was no longer Daddy’s little girl. No longer was I serenaded. The songs my father sang have faded.
My mother’s life changed. Mom always had this happy and boisterous laugh. After Dad died, I don’t think I ever heard her laugh that same way again.
Bob has been a good husband to me. He makes me feel like the center of his universe. Bob is twice my size, yet not too big to bend down to my level or knell at church. His parents always enrolled him in Catholic Schools and now he attends Sunday Church Mass weekly with me - and he’s not embarrassed by me singing at Church.
Bob volunteers with Laura and I, taking on the heavy load of packing and delivering our Church Pantry Donation on weekends. A veteran of the Army he enlisted during the Vietnam War yet stayed stateside as a Military Police. We have also been volunteers at the Veterans Administration VA Medical Center and Nursing Home in Northport, LI.
Bob volunteers with Laura and I, taking on the heavy load of packing and delivering our Church Pantry Donation on weekends. A veteran of the Army he enlisted during the Vietnam War yet stayed stateside as a Military Police. We have also been volunteers at the Veterans Administration VA Medical Center and Nursing Home in Northport, LI.
Mom always told me growing up that I had a heart of gold. With shared religious belief, faithfulness to each other, and volunteering with Bob, I hope to prove Mom right.
I still continue to write and I’m published in various sources. Poems have appeared in Pancakes in Heaven, Great South Bay Magazine, The Poet’s Art, among others and I’m listed in the library reference book, “The Poet’s Market 2011.” My first poem was in “Best of Poetry 1974” and recently my poem is in “Best Poets of 2010 – Visions and Verses: A New Day,” (found in circulation at the Lindenhurst Library where I reside.
I maintain a blog at susanmariedavn.blogspot.com. The Blog is my writing history. People who read it don’t know me yet; yet by way of my writing, they might. I am never at a loss of words. I have found my place as a writer and a poet. With every word, every poem, letter or essay that is published, I am inspired to write more. Writing feeds my soul – literally food for thought.
As I wrote in my Diary when I was fourteen; “I love being young, free and alive! Time goes by so fast. Will I always be happy?” I like to think I have been thus far. That fact that I have come so far unscathed without tragedy or sacrifice confirms my belief that God watches over me. He has always given me what I needed. Get just what you need and need what you get. God has a plan for all of us. I never walked alone.
Everyone has a story. This is my story. Those who tell their own story must be read between the lines to hold the truth of the self-portrait. I hope that my story has become more than the sum of its parts. My story has not really ended. There are more chapters to be written in the book of life. The party isn’t over yet.
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
Susan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
This article is about the given name. For the administrative subdivision of Iran, see Susan District. For the lake in Minnesota, see Lake Susan. For the song by The Buckinghams, see Susan (song).
Susan is a feminine given name, from French Susanne, from Late Latin Susanna, from GreekSousanna, from Hebrew Šošanna, literally meaning "lily",[1] a term derived from Susa (Persian: Šuš), a city in southwest Iran that was the ancient capital of the Elamite kingdom and Achaemenid empire.[2]
- Susanna in Italian
| Susan | |
|---|---|
| Gender | Female |
| Origin | |
| Word/name | Persian, Hebrew, Greek |
| Meaning | Lotus, Lily |
| Other names | |
| Related names | Sue, Susie, Susannah, Suzanne |
| Popularity | see popular names |
| My First Diary |
REMEMBERING MY FIRST DIARY
Published Long Story Stort LSS
written by Susan Marie Davniero
My Diary
remembers me
Words did not lose its memory
Every page played a part
When written from the heart
My first Diary at fourteen
Unwind to the days of a teen
Page one recalls of a life stage
Debuting bows at the teenage
Tapestry of words woven of days
A chapter of life packed away
Memories behind I still carry
Remembering my first Diary
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
Words did not lose its memory
Every page played a part
When written from the heart
My first Diary at fourteen
Unwind to the days of a teen
Page one recalls of a life stage
Debuting bows at the teenage
Tapestry of words woven of days
A chapter of life packed away
Memories behind I still carry
Remembering my first Diary
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
As I wrote in my Diary when I was fourteen; “I love being yo
young, free and alive! Time goes by so fast. Will I always be
happy?”
Original HS Artwork Etching by Susan Marie
Davniero
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Drawing on
School’s Memory
Telling a young artist
story
Drawing on school’s
memory
Here was my student
pass
Signing me up art
class
Graphic Arts period
sessions
Teaching etching
lessons
High school teaches
pitch
Let all
Etch-a-sketch
The etching pen
allows
Marking lines to
flow
Suggesting a holiday
theme
I drew a Christmas
scene
Etch a plate stamps
prints
Leaving my artist
fingerprints
An original work of
art
At that age, it was a
start
To build a lifetime
liking
For drawing and
writing
Memories forever
last
High School Art
Class
Written by Susan Marie
Davniero
Original HS Artwork Etching by Susan Marie
Davniero
| My Rock and Roll Days |
My Rock and Roll Days by Susan Marie Davniero
I remember my rock n roll days listening to discs spinning on record players. I scattered records all over the floor by the record player plywood box. It seems my life thru the ages is always spinning around like a record disc. I remember how it all started with the first single record Dad brought home to his three pre-teen daughters which was that summer hit novelty song of 1960 "She Wore an Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini.”
By the year 1965 as a teenager, we moved to Massapequa, Long Island where I grew to love records even more. I decided I would buy with my allowance – a Beatles Hard Day’s Night album because I just sang along with the movie at the drive-in.
I took the public bus with my friend, Mary, to Bar Harbor Shopping but when I reached Grants Dept. Store, the clerk tells me the album was sold out. Reluctantly I selected another Beatles album, “Rubber Soul” because Beatles looked cute on the cover and it was in stock.
When I overheard Dad singing from the basement where he was working crooning along to Rubber Soul songs; “It’s Only Love” “Norwegian Wood“, and “I’m Looking Through You,” I came to love the album and didn’t regret the substitution after all.
Becoming young women during early 70’s my twin sister and I did our calisthenics’ exercises rolling around on the floor to the beat of records hits of the day spinning such as “Young Girl” “This Guys In love with You”, Spooky and “Girl Watcher” as motivation to keep in shape. Doing knee bends, jumping jacks, and toe touching made exercising fun.
Another blast from the past was my new car radio playing records. When I drove my first car, Chevy Vega, the music blasted from the FM/AM Radio I sang along driving down Sunrise Highway to songs like “I am Woman” song by Helen Reddy.. I still have the record 45 today and I’m still singing along.
Records continued to record my life…when I became engaged to my soon-to-be husband, Bob Davniero, my mother search and brought the oldie hit “Bobbie’s Girl.” I have 45 record today along my 45 disc collection stored under the bed in a circular case.
Records have joined my husband and I together. Today my husband’s records albums, such as Jimmi Hendrix, and my albums, like Carole King Tapestry, are stores together under a record player stereo that his mother gave us on our wedding shower over 30 years ago. The stereo still works and so does the marriage.
When we were engaged planning our formal wedding, Bob chose an Elvis ballad “The Wonder of You” we heard on the radio as our wedding song. I still have the record and our marriage plays on. If music is the sound of love play on...
Our lives together are forever spinning around like a record – sometimes our lives is a hit and other times there’s the flip side – but we just keep on playing along singing our song. I find the music lives on – the songs from my records I didn’t forget – the party isn’t over yet. The beat goes on…
written by
Susan Marie Davniero
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MY HS DRAWING - S IS FOR SUSAN
S is for Susan
Initial scripted S
Dawn in art class
Self pleasing by name
All students did the same
I hand sketched in ink
Shades of purple and pink
The initial S gave
Me a passing A grade
A and S confusing
S is for Susan
Susan Marie Davniero
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BOOKS LISTING
Of Susan Marie Davniero
2013 Novel & Short Story Writer's Market - Page 301.. Sally Kosmalski, Susan Marie Davniero and Glen D. Hayes. Publishes short shorts. No novels or novel excerpts. Also publishes essays, po- etry. Sometimes comments on rejected mss. Length: 500-2,500 words; average length: 2,000 words ...2012 Mystery Writer's Market: Where and how to submit your novels .books.google.com/books?isbn=1599636026Robert Lee Brewer - 2012 - Recently published work by Deanne F. Purcell, Martin Green, Albert J. Manachino, James W. Collins, Ron Arnold, Sally Kosmalski, Susan Marie Davniero and Glen D. Hayes. Publishes short shorts.
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Recently published work by Deanne F. Purcell, Martin Green, Albert J. Manachino, James W. Collins, Ron Arnold, Sally Kosmalski, Susan Marie Davniero and Glen D. Hayes. Publishes short shorts. No novels or novel excerpts. Also publishes ...
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Recently published work by Deanne F. Purcell, Martin Green, Albert J. Manachino, James W. Collins, Ron Arnold, Sally Kosmalski, Susan Marie Davniero and Glen D. Hayes. Publishes short shorts. No novels or novel excerpts. Also publishes ...
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Has published poetry by Susan Marie Davniero, Ken Fisher, Dolores Patitz, James Webb Wilson, and Andy Roberts. The Poet's Art is 40 or more pages, magazine-sized, photocopied, paper-clipped or stapled, with computer cover, includes ...
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Hillary Clinton fights the battle for all women, and when Hillary wins, so do all women. Susan Marie Davniero Lindenhurst, n.y. BEFORE BEING OVERCOME BY THE press's rhapsodizing over Hillary Clinton's comeback in New Hampshire, ...
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The creator of the blog Posie Gets Cozy introduces thirty simple, creative, and fun-filled projects for showcasing memorabilia, displaying photographs, and preserving valuable memories, in a craft guide that utilizes a variety of techniques .Elle - Issues 164-166
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My Rock and Roll
Days
Published The Pink
Chameleon
By the year 1965 as a teenager, we
moved to Massapequa, Long Island where I grew to love records even more. I
decided I would buy with my allowance – a Beatles Hard Day’s Night album because I just
sang along with the movie at the drive-in.
I took the public bus with my friend,
Mary, to Bar Harbor Shopping but when I reached Grants Dept. Store, the clerk
tells me the album was sold out. Reluctantly I selected another Beatles album, “Rubber Soul,,”
because Beatles looked cute on
the cover qnd it was in stock.
When I overheard Dad singing from
the basement where he was working crooning along to Rubber Soul songs; “It’s Only Love” “Norwegian Wood“, and “I’m
Looking Through You,” I came to love the album and didn’t regret the
substitution after all.
Becoming young women
during early 70’s my twin sister and I did our calisthenics’ exercises rolling
around on the floor to the beat of records hits of the day spinning such as “Young Girl” “This Guys In love with You”,
Spooky and “Girl Watcher” as motivation to keep in shape. Doing knee bends,
jumping jacks, and toe touching made exercising fun.
Another blast
from the past was my new car radio playing records. When I drove my first car,
Chevy Vega, the music blasted from the FM/AM Radio I sang along driving down
Sunrise Highway to songs like “I am
Woman” song by Helen Reddy.. I still have the record 45 today
and I’m still singing along.
Records continued to record my
life…when I became engaged to my soon-to-be husband, Bob Davniero, my mother
search and brought the oldie hit “Bobbie’s Girl.” I have 45 record today along
my 45 disc collection stored under the bed in a circular case.
Records have
joined my husband and I together. Today my husband’s records albums, such as
Jimmi Hendrix, and my albums, like Carole King Tapestry, are stores together under a
record player stereo that his mother gave us on our wedding shower over 30 years
ago. The stereo still works and so does the marriage.
When we were engaged planning our
formal wedding, Bob chose an Elvis ballad “The Wonder of You” we heard on the radio
as our wedding song. Of course I still have the record.
Our lives together are forever
spinning around like a record – sometimes our lives is a hit and other times
there’s the flip side – but we just keep on playing along singing our song. I find the music lives on – the songs from my
records I didn’t forget – the party isn’t over yet. The beat goes
on…
written by
Susan Marie
Davniero
The House at
18 Surrey Lane
Published The Eclectic Muse
 |
| SUSAN'S HOMETOWN 18 Surrey Lane - Massapequa, NY |
Published The Eclectic Muse
Welcome mat by
the front door
I saw once,
now I see no more
Although the
years are from afar
I see the
door has been left ajar
Standing at my
life’s threshold
A stairway
of the past unfolds
On the path my
footsteps remain
There at the
house on 18 Surrey Lane
My fingerprints
marked the walls
Tracking
years running down the halls
My youth has
left its tarnish stain
There at the
house on 18 Surrey Lane
Return the dusty
rules of the past
Awaken in age
I am free at last
The door has
close from where I came
There at the
house on 18 Surrey Lane
written by Susan Marie
Davniero
| My Rock n Roll Days Susan me playing records |
My Rock and Roll Days
Published The Poetry Explosion, The Pink chameleon
I
look back rather to find
My
youth left far behind
When record discs spun around
When record discs spun around
Dancing
about to the rockin’ sound
Songs
that spoke of peace and love
This
teenage girl found plenty of
And
when self could do no wrong
I
listen silently to a ballad song
Musical
score records my fate
The
songs play on to future dates
Bade
farewell to carefree ways
To
my early Rock and Roll days
Yet
when act two comes along
I
find the music still rocks on
Songs
that I didn’t forget
The
party isn’t over yet!
Susan Marie Davniero
Susan
Song Lycrics
Susan, looks like I am losin'
I'm losin' my mind (losin' my mind)
I'm wastin' my time
Susan do you have to be confusin'
I ask myself why you're sayin' goodbye
No other girl could ever take the place of you
Though you're hurtin' me
You know I'll always be thinkin' of you
Girl I always love you
Love love love love...
I love you, yes I do, I do
Susan I love you
Writer
Jim Holvay,
AUTOGRAPH, PLEASE
Published Long Story Short
Autograph, please
A moment to seize
An autograph I take
Published Long Story Short
Autograph, please
A moment to seize
An autograph I take
For my album keepsake
Turning back a page
Listing autographs range
From kids’ TV star Soupy Sales
To Rockefeller campaign trails
Dancing to Jay Black at the disco
To Dean Martin’s Vegas act at casino
Keynote speaker Ms. Gloria Steinman
College lecture teach “I am Woman”
From Mets box seats at the Shea
The view of Carter and Strawberry
Name dropping from ‘Who’s Who’s’
Autograph, please – thank you!Written by Susan Marie Davniero
Note: Autographs Attachments
Dean Martin, Gloria Steinman, Jay Black autographs
Turning back a page
Listing autographs range
From kids’ TV star Soupy Sales
To Rockefeller campaign trails
Dancing to Jay Black at the disco
To Dean Martin’s Vegas act at casino
Keynote speaker Ms. Gloria Steinman
College lecture teach “I am Woman”
From Mets box seats at the Shea
The view of Carter and Strawberry
Name dropping from ‘Who’s Who’s’
Autograph, please – thank you!Written by Susan Marie Davniero
Note: Autographs Attachments
Dean Martin, Gloria Steinman, Jay Black autographs
| New Kitchen Home The Niche |
THRU THE
LOOKING GLASS
Published Creations Magazine
Published Creations Magazine
By Susan Marie
Davniero
Thru the looking glass
Photo albums of my past
Within each photo frame
Looking down memory lane
Into view before my eyes
My life story materializes
Viewing celebrating
specials days
Birthdays, Weddings and holidays
With loving photos of families
Photos do not forget memories
Today looking back I now recall
It’s a wonderful life after all
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
Look Ma No TV
Published Long Story Short
By Susan Marie Davniero
I turned
off the TV. Yet, the choice was not mine. By chance during our home
renovations, my husband and I moved out temporarily while the home repair (new
kitchen/bath) work was being done. We didn’t take the cable TV box with us,
deciding against it due to the expense of disconnecting and installing
elsewhere which could result in the loss of our special plan. Without cable
hookup, no TV would work, so we lived without a TV.
Living without
a TV is the new normal for us. We will be back home soon enough, but during
this time our life has change channels so to speak. It seems radio days are
here again…as my husband Bob and I turn on the radio; FAM Sports, WHLI AM, 1010
News and Family Radio. Reading has become a page turner in this chapter of our
lives: reading the newspapers, books, magazines, jumble and crossword puzzles.
And conversation has turned up its volume as my husband and I talk more.
I admit I
can’t join in with the office water cooler TV shows talk at work…but like a TV
commercial, it was just chatter and a waste of time. But shutting off the TV
has its rewards. It seems shutting off the TV has become a blessing in
disguise. The TV blocked my energy to be free to live life to the fullest.
Without spacing out wasting time in front of the TV, I have found space in my
day to get everything done. After years of Mom telling me to shut off the TV
and do something worthwhile – I am. Mother was right after all.
For me,
TV watching is like chocolate cake…it’s something that I once enjoyed but was
bad for me, that I don’t do anymore. I’m healthier and in better shape
since turning off the TV. And my husband and I are only getting closer.
Living
without TV reminds me this is not our home. It’s not forever, and the real
Gallup Poll on if we return to watching TV can only be taken once we are back
home with cable. But I have learned that living without TV isn’t so bad after
all – I can survive! Without the company of the TV, I have found company with
family, friends, hobbies, church… and everything is getting done on my “to do
list.” It’s a new world.
Life is
not a spectator sport – I learned to live life, not watch it. Essentially,
turning off the TV has turned into a better, healthier life style for me.
Written
by Susan Marie Davniero
S is
for Susan
Initial
scripted S
Dawn in
art class
Self
pleasing by name
All students
did the same
I hand
sketched in ink
Shades of
purple and pink
The initial
S gave
Me a
passing A grade
A and S
confusing
S is
for Susan
Susan
Marie Davniero
“Journey Through My
Shoes” by Susan Marie Davniero
Published Pink Chameleon
My life has been a
shoe-in on the path of life. Walk this walk – it all began when I was learning
to walk in my first Baby shoe. As I step out of my baby shoes growing up Mom
had the shoe bronzed. Today, the bronze shoe is a heavyweight standing guard as
a door stop for a stubborn closet door that won’t stay close.
I learn to lace up my
white Ked rubber soul sneakers Mom brought at Grants Department Store. As a
little girl I walked proudly on Easter Sunday showing off my shiny black patent
leather new shoes worn with white lace trim ankle socks.
I took the steps to learn in brown
collegiate school penny saver loafers which never seem to have a penny in the
flap. When it rained, my sisters and I mosey over to hall closet for our red
plastic galoshes that always seem to be too big, but our feet did stay dry
nevertheless.
Summer time was the time for flip flops
deck out for the beach, which seem to separate my big toe from the rest…I
worried my feet would stay that way. As I got a little older, changing summer
shoes to leather sandals matching my swinging leather shoulder length pocketbook
was in pace with my teens clique.
I remember when my older sister went on
an Italy vacation. Being young and single, my sister brought European quality
leather boots in Italy, which she later regretted after marriage looking for a
classier Italian souvenir more in stride with home.
When I started dating striding to be
taller I hike up the inches wearing platform shoes wiggling strolling “as the
girls go by” flirting with boys. I could then lookup to all the tall guys that
asked me out. It seemed the Platforms shoes fit my walking style, but spike
heels lost my composure.
I even wore my white platform shoes marching
up the aisle on my wedding day, as an alternative for the more appropriate fancy
high heel fearful I would fall down the aisle. Besides the wedding gown hid the
platform shoes, except when I step out of the limo reaching for my Dad’s hand
as we prepare the walk down the aisle. (See photo attachment – Susan with her
Dad, Gerard Fischetti on my wedding day.)
Platforms may be out style but my
marriage is still in pace. Years later, my wedding platforms aren’t walking
anywhere stored in the back of my bedroom closet.
I moved on slipping into black pumps
well travel on my adult journey in comfort and content. I don’t need to bronze
shoes to remember, sneak up in the race wearing sneakers, show off fancy patent
leather shoes, follow the crowd in penny savers or sandals, and don’t even care
to appear taller, even though my husband is 6ft. Today I have step up to be myself.
Essentially we all walk the pathway of life
in the shoes we choose sharing our own life’s journey, just in different shoes.
The shoes of one’s past tell the story of
one’s life (if only the tongue of the shoe could really talk.)
The journey thru life leaves our footprints
leave an imprint of where we been to where we’re going. Yet, with or without
shoes, even barefoot, we never walk alone.
"You (God) said that
once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have
noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one
set of footprints. God replied, “During your times of trial and suffering, when
you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
By Susan Marie Davniero
And that's all she wrote...
And That's All She Wrote...
susanbob11@verizon.net
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