An Introduction to My Family
Hello. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have been hubbing here on Hubpages for over two years. Even though I have included in my hubs little pieces of myself, I have realized how unfair it is to my readers to try to put this puzzle together.
Also, I have found that throughout the two years I have been writing here on Hubpages I have made friends that have supported me from day one. This support has meant the world to me, so I figured it was about time to share my world with you.
Once again I am confronted with the question where to begin. I think I will start when I moved back to Reno Nevada from Great Falls Montana.
Here we go.
I graduated the University of Great Falls Montana at the end of 2002 and decided to move to Reno Nevada to be near my parents. My parents live in Gardnerville Nevada about forty five minutes away from Reno. I have memories of Reno having the only Mall when I was growing up and my mom having to drive the forty five minutes to J.C. Penney to buy my school clothes. Now strip malls cover most of the drive and Carson City has it's own shopping area.
I found an apartment at the south end of the city and found a job in Biomedical Research. My brother was attending a private High School blocks away from my apartment and lived with me that first year in Reno. Mostly routines and the humdrum of single life during these days.
Within the first year I was laid off from my job and found another at a local hospital during the week and a Reproductive Medicine Clinic on the weekends. My life was filled with work and I had moved into another apartment complex away from my brother who graduated High School and was heading to Oklahoma City University to study dance.
My new apartment was located in the Ala Moana complex and had a supermarket next door and Virginia Lake, a small city lake, down the street. When I was in the military I had witnessed the closing of all M.A.S.H units in Korea and was able to meet some of the actors from the old television show.
At this time the local community college was having auditions for M.A.S.H., a play based loosely on the show. I auditioned to get out of the apartment and meet new people, also I had a love of theatre since High School. The show went well and I enjoyed meeting new people.
I did not know this at the time but I had met my wife during these performances.
Some time had passed since the last curtain call and I had fallen back into the working grind and my day to day exsistence when I recognized the deli girl at the supermarket across the street.
It was Erika, we exchanged numbers and began to hang around each others apartments. To make a long story short we never left each others sides.
We moved in together in an area of Reno called Wells Street. This was the older part of Reno a short walk from downtown and we both liked the access to the city and the old neighborhood.
At this time I began working at the same company that had laid me off a few years before.
We would sit on our roof and stare out over the city streets.
Things would change though, when we found out that Erika was pregnant with Sam. We began the road of first parents and moved from the city to a cheaper apartment across town. This was when Sam was only a baby and I would take him on long walks into the hills across from our apartment.
Times were hard and we struggled with the role of being parents, which is really a foreign concept when one has not had children before.
We both decided to move into an old home back in the downtown area of Reno. We were used to the downtown area and felt at home there and we also felt more connected to the City.
The house was on Wheeler Street, in the Wells Area, only a few blocks away from the home we had lived in before. These were good times, walking Sam into downtown Reno to feed the ducks or play on the playground. Sometimes we would go to the Downtown Truckee River access to go swimming in the summer.
We had a small yard and two dogs, Riley and Burns. This was the beginning of the great recession and soon we found the home being sold from underneath us and we had to move. After a slight search we found a beautiful ranch house located in Pleasant Valley on Carriage Street.
This home was a good twenty minutes outside of the city in the country, so to speak. It was the time of a new era, new hopes, new desires, and new additions.
Carriage Drive and Hannah
After the move out to Pleasent Valley, to the Carriage Drive home, we were determined to stay for awhile. The house sat upon an acre of land that was filled with mature Apple Trees and a beautiful lawn, that proved to be difficult to mow.
I started to write poems for Hubpages and finished my first Poetry Month Challenge. I still have this first notebook and I keep it next to me in my bedstand as I work on my third. It is funny how I have a notebook for each home starting from the Carriage Drive house.
We also had the benefit of the quiet countryside. For the first time in our lives we felt comfortable, truly comfortable. We had our ups and downs but we seemed to be able to work through so many conflicts in our relationship and find a path for our family.
Not enough can be said about living in a comfortable living area. Sam was growing up fast and happy with his new yard to run around in and after a year or so the conversation of having a second child arose.
Our stay at Carriage Drive began to become filled with the desire for a second child and we worked towards this goal for awhile before the pregnancy occurred. Then Hannah was born and shared a room with her brother.
Hannah was to have her first birthday at Carriage Drive and Sam started preschool at Pleasent Valley Elementary School. Everything seemed in order.
Then we began to realize that we could no longer afford to raise our family and continue to pay the rent. Our landlord was kind enough to lower the rent as far as was feasible, but we could no longer afford the rent, bills, and groceries, without going into debt. This reality hit us like a ton of bricks. We did not want to give up such comfort and the memories that we had acquired were deep and meaningful.
Sometimes you have to do what you have to do and so we began to search for a new home and found one at the foothills of Mt. Rose.
Mt. Rose and Elias
Beside the fact that we had to move to a small house at the foothills of the Sierra's, a new surprise was awaiting us.
Erika was pregnant with Elias. The Mt. Rose house took on another meaning with Erika going through her pregnancy. Pregnancy number three was as eventful as the other two and so much goes on through the whole process. I hope to cover this topic in a hub I am working on about a great midwife by the name of Ina Gaskins.
I continued to write and publish here on Hubpages and Erika worked on school. I have discussed this time in some detail in my "Exploring the Back Roads of Nevada: Thomas Creek."
I am also saving the story of Elias's pregnancy for a hub I am currently working on. So I think I will end the story here and wait until another time to talk about the purchasing of the home we live in now and the trials and tribulations of a growing family.
Thank you for supporting me here on Hubpages and I hope that our conversation has brought us closer. I hope that you continue to read my poems and hubs and I hope to read anything new that you may be writing as we speak.
- Exploring the Back Roads of Nevada: Thomas Creek
An Installation in the "Exploring the Back Roads..." series discussing Thomas Creek Campground located at the foothills of Mt. Rose in the Sierra Nevadas.
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