In Light Love and Life.

About,  In Light Love and Life, my poetry collection, and me.

In the 50's when I was around four years old and living with my grandparents above their large department store after surviving Poliomyelitis, although requiring crutches to hobble around, my legs had not develop correctly, however, I learned slowly that  I could, with the use of body and leg braces, hobble down the w

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stairway, that led to a small door, that when unlocked, opened to one of my favorite places: my grandparents  department store. 

In time, I became more proficient at hobbling and discovered what became my favorite place: the back of the store, pass the accounting department, to an attic where up a set of narrow stairs was a storeroom where, on floor to ceiling shelves, where rows of unsold or to be displayed books.  

And there, pass the floor to ceiling shelves, on the right wall, was a window that overlooked the patio and the large and deep pool where rainwater was stored, amid walkways and rows of doors. Where sometimes horses hoofed and pawed, held in place by rope that was tied to floor posts, as they drank water and also where washed and fed.

 

So, as I, siting on a lower than my waist bench, that stretched just below the window, became my favorite place. There, past the shelves to the right side wall where under a window, that looked down to the patio in the back yard, centered by a large and deep pool where rainwater was store and where, horses hoofed and pawed, held in place by rope that was tied to floor posts, I sat and read for hours, occasionally picking down at the patio became my very favorite place to hide from other humans, and to read, until bells indicated it was lunch or dinner or time to close the store and for workers to go home.

Then, came a time when my grandmother started having heart problems and my mother came and put me in a boarding school until my grandparents, concerned about me, right after my first teen year, sent me to to California to live with my mom and a step dad I hardly knew. Not long after my grandmother had become very ill from heart problems and I, when on summer vacation and before High-school,  returned to Matagalpa just before she assed away passed away.

In High School I worked in a small shop in downtown LA. From there,  I became a model and then a dancer and moved to the Hollywood Studio Club, where girls lived. I felt secure there. Was molding in downtown L.A. at the Dressmart when I went back to living with my mom because she was not feeling well and I wanted to be by her side. Also started taking college classes but still working downtown L.A.    

Was in my twenties, and performing in clubs with a Middle Eastern band, when Vic and I fell in love. I moved to his apartment and after we married. Vic worked in the building industry when we had our first child and we bough a house, then had two more children, the economy took a dive and with our three wonderful children we went to live on the beach.

We had regained stability, and I had finished two years of college and gained employment in State Service and Vic was successful  in construction and our children in college and or school; we felt settled down, until Vic passed away after a triple-by-pass. No sense in tryin g to explain how his death affected our three children and me, other than saying we were devastated.  

My children, continued,  to do the best they could with their lives and had become successful in their endeavors. I thought I could not love again but in time I became attracted to John, a Rail Road Engineer,  and in love we married. Now, after 30 years in public service, last ten as a Research Analyst, I retired and later so did John.

Now, our children are doing very well and succeeding in their lives. He and I are retired and he is not only involved in community but is also my editor. With his help I finished my 85 poetry-collection - and I am ready to start publishing my stories. More can be found on my  my website: http://www.martacweeks.com/p/on-wings-of-immortals-series_2.html 

Your comments and suggestions are very welcomed!

About Marta C. Adint Weeks, the author.

In childhood, bedridden by polio, I was left with my hard working, and loving grandparents and was  joyful when, with the use braces, I could wobble down the stairs to their general store and or up a narrow stairway to the attic where books were kept; there, sitting by a window, I read and watched horses drink water from a large pila.

Other than nasty relatives I had Dorita, a kind aunt. I loved staying in her hacienda. In my early teens, I able to walk with braces I was sent from boarding school to California, to live with my mom and step dad. 

As soon as I was of age I got a work permit and a job. Soon I saved and bought a Rambler. Then working in the garment industry I took modeling lessons. Was  a model and a dancer, with a very well know Hollywood agent, until  I met and married Vic; a wonderful and creative person. 

When raising our three children I attended college and had a Community Information TV show until Vic, a beloved father and husband passed way. 

I continued college and work and in time and love, John - a Railroad Imaginer- and I married. In my last ten years of State and Community Service, I was Program Manager, Research Analyst, and Public Relations Specialist. Now both retired, John and I live in a hillside community where in addition to public service John edits my writing.

Now I am ready to publish  On Wings of Immortals - a trilogy based on ancient myths and spirits from the beginning of humanity to times that some scientists speak of humans as having an elemental spirit called "natural tectonics." And is believed, in the ancient "Paracelsian concept," that there are "beings" who live longer than humans, and by marrying a mortal, their offspring can gain a soul.

For more information go to: http://www.martacweeks.com/p/on-wings-of-immortals-series_2.html  and  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elemental.

Comments and suggestions are very welcomed: mdcmdaw@gmail.com