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Updated on March 14, 2013


As I moved from elementary school to jr high school we moved about fifteen miles from downtown Harrisburg to small town Linglestown . . . we moved from a sidewalk three steps from your front door to no sidewalks at all – I thought we had moved to a farm. We were a half a block away from Koons Park - years later, after moving half way back toward Harrisburg and falling in love with the glorious Pixie Wenrich, I came to discover that her grandfather was the 'Koons' of Koons Park.

Life with Bill D’Agostino was, peculiar. One summer we were told we were going on a vacation, something we had never done before – our ‘vacation’ was staying at a local motel for three or four days . . . years later I found out we had been hiding from the Mafia. Most of the time we had very little, so my mom endeavored to make special occasions especially special . . . one Christmas was paid-off over ten years later – above is undoubtedly someone’s birthday.

When I lived on Park Street in Harrisburg, Reservoir Park was the ‘Park’ of ‘Park Street’ . . . as an adolescent I enjoyed many adventures here – after moving and as a teen I returned on Sundays for local band's Rock shows, and just a general hippie hangout.

This, however, was my home-base hangout for too many years. This is the basement of a friend, a friend who used to wear his close backwards (pants zipped and shirt buttoned up the back) to school so that everyone would avoid him – but for some reason he was a bit more favorable toward me. It was a safe haven, so other friends of mine would stop by to smoke . . . they would get us high and then get kicked out. This fellow’s mom would only complain if the smoke got too heavy upstairs – frequently, with Cream blasting away and as we passed a homemade bong around before anyone knew what a bong was, his mom would enter the room with a silver tray of neatly arranged finger sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade, wanting to be the proper hostess for her son’s guests.

The gorgeous Pixie and I were more and more inevitably going to be together forever by this time. I remember that, while I fell for her instantly and hard, she would say “I love you” and I would say “I like you a lot” for maybe the first year we were together . . . my sense was that love didn’t have to do with sixteen year olds and your girlfriend, etc, but was about a life partner, I didn’t want to say “I love you” until I was ready for everything to change forever – and to stay that way eternally.

After dating for about three years, Pixie showed-up at my (my mom’s) house announcing “I not going home anymore” – this is a photo she took of me during that very short time, before we got married, when she lived in my bedroom.

We went on a furniture buying trip to North Carolina with Bill D’Agostino, who had a furniture store at the time, and got married by a justice of the peace who was having his office remolded . . . as we were repeating our vows guys were walking back and forth with ladders and hollering “Hey Joe, did that drywall come in yet?”. Above is a couple friends helping us move from my mom’s to our first place. When we returned, the friends above helped us move into our first place.

Our first place. When you walked into the bathroom you were standing in the shower . . . the room was the size of a phone booth and a half, the floor was tile with a drain in the middle and the shower head sticking out of the wall, you could take a shower as you brushed your teeth at the sink. Just me and Pixie . . . and Dave, Ruth, and Larry – within a few months we had three dogs with us in that living room bedroom combination.

This is Jon, in our new place. Jon was my great friend, my companion in too many adventures. Pixie didn’t care for too many of my friends – Pixie loved Jon. Jon was an angel with a dirty face, the tough guy with a heart of gold. Jon drank himself into a coma and then during his recovery burned himself up – I’ll tell you one brief Jon story:

While he was still in the coma the doctors didn’t know if he was aware of his surroundings and unable to respond or fully out of it, but when I would go in to see him I would always hold his hand and rub it and jerk it around as I talked to him, hoping maybe the physical agitation would stimulate him back to consciousness. His little sister, now my little sister, called one night and told me to be sure to go in the next day because it appeared Jon was beginning to react. As I entered his room and approached the bed he didn’t react at all, but I heard a mumble . . . I stopped and heard “don ho mmm han, mm scraa mm bas”, I leaned in and again “don hol mmm han, I scrash mm bas”, I put my ear next to his mouth and saw his eyes shift toward mine and he breathed “don’t hold my hand, I’m scratching my balls”.

This is our first baby, Sarah. We didn’t have her until we had been together for three years and then married for a couple years – this always delighted me because I wanted everyone to know that Pixie and I were together forever because we wanted to be, not because we ‘had to’.

This is a typical Christmas – a stunningly beautiful Pixie and our first three special girls.

One of my very favorite photos . . . someone was trying to get us to pose, all arranged as you’re supposed to be for a family photo – I said I wanted a shot with all of our heads as close together as we could get them, knowing that the full frame would be my little family all piled-up on top of me.

Just a typical shot of Pixie – candid or posed, sultry or gleeful, the most beautiful woman in the world.

This may be the first photo of all of us, just after the twins joined us . . . all the girls have the oversized glasses they cringe about now but I think look adorable, and seriously, look at her after six kids and just weeks after twins . . !?

A randomly selected family event, Natalie’s high school graduation . . . Mary is looking much like her mom and could twins appear more dramatically different? Everyone is a pretty as can be.

Sarah’s backyard college graduation.

Olivia’s high school graduation – it’s always a trick to see who’s in the photo and who we’re missing . . . what I love about these group shots is everyone is always tending to kids who are not their own – very affectionate family.

One of Olivia’s friends wanted to make a gourmet meal for Mr. & Mrs, Haist . . . Fridays became sit back and enjoy a fancy dinner night for a bit.

Just about the favorite times in my life now – sleepover movie nights with grampa . . . this one is with just a couple of my girls.


The video below is from my son, Mickey Jr’s, wedding. I’ve included it because it expresses my general appreciation for my family . . . I genuinely feel blessed beyond measure and need to say ‘thank you’ to everyone in my life all the time. I should explain; Mickey Jr’s wedding was not at all conventional. He didn’t want to follow a packaged procedure that you’re ‘supposed’ to follow – he wanted to do this most significant occasion the way he wanted it done, so he designed his own course , did it his own way, and his heart defined the day . . . and I couldn’t be more pleased and proud.


All photos used in this hub are personal photos taken by myself or family or friends.

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      MickeySr 5 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Joanne ~ I so appreciate your warm and generous comments, it means so much coming from someone who actually knows me, spent time with me, etc . . . are you still writing around here?

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      Joanne1225 6 years ago from Central Pennsylvania


      I really like how you respond, so I'll adopt your style.

      M ~ "I was arrogant and not at all fond of people as a species, I was too often rude and obnoxious . . . I don't think I was ever intentionally unkind, I had no interest or appetite to harm others, but I was condescending and thought far too highly of myself. I enjoyed having a good time so I did have a good many comrades, and I was always very favorable to pretty girls - but essentially I was a jerk."

      Wow, Mickey, I never thought that of you at all. When we became friends you were dating Pixie, so perhaps you had chilled a bit? You were always very polite to me and we had some good conversations, albeit short. I thought you were intelligent and good-hearted. So there!

      M ~ "Jon had some habits that none could deal with . . . but I loved him. Again, a very real, unpretentious person."

      I agree; and I agree. But I think being a friend to someone is so much different than being a girlfriend. He was lucky to have you as a friend. I'll bet you're saying the same about him right now. *S*

      I thank you for the compliments *blush* and I have decided to try my hand at writing! I've already written my first hub, hubpage? It's under Joanne1225. I'd appreciate your feedback and know I can expect nothing less than candor. Thanks, Mickey!

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      Joanne1225 6 years ago from Central Pennsylvania

      What an awesome trip through time! About the time you moved to Linglestown, I moved to Colonial Park. I had one more year of elementary school to go at the time. Once you and Mel moved to Colonial Park is when I met you both. I don't know if you recall this, but we had many good conversations when I drove you to Pixie's, or when we picked her up and went to school, or I dropped you somewhere else. I believe I remember a time when she wasn't allowed to see you...? She would walk to Devonshire Rd. and get in my car there. You two were just such a perfect couple. One of the few I've met in my life. I loved Pixie's open, free and loving spirit! You were very subdued, but straightforward and honest - qualities that I like in a person. You may remember my car - a red & white Pontiac Catalina, with a 421, 3-deuce engine. I confess I was a bad driver, as I loved to drive fast. Melanie may remember that car better. She once asked me to pick up Rod for her. I didn't want to, but I did it because I loved Mel. He lived up on the mountain and I remember driving down that mountain as fast as I could (I was a "good" fast driver - what an oxymoron), and he told her he had never been so scared for his life. (*Phew!* I didn't ever have to pick him up after that.)

      I never knew what happened to Jon V. Your story about visiting him in the hospital was so funny, yet knowing the outcome, very sad. I dated Jon for awhile and really liked him, but he had some habits that I couldn't deal with, so we stopped dating. It was sad. The many times I went to Jon's to pick him up or drop him off (he didn't have a car), but he never wanted me to come inside, "because of my dad." I always wondered what happened to Jon when I heard of his death. It saddened me, because he was so young.

      The picture of you, Pixie and your young family - holding your newborn twins - is just adorable! You're right, Pixie looked amazing, even after having six children and just shortly after giving birth to your twins! In fact, the picture of Pixie at Natalie's high school graduation looks like she hadn't aged at all through the years.

      Mickey, you may not remember me as I remember you and Pixie, or Mel, but I was given a heart for people and my mother fostered that, and a love for God in me. I loved getting to know people's hearts, so I paid close attention to the qualities people had. I admired you and Pixie, and I loved your sister; hence my memories of you from "way back then."

      You are so blessed, Mickey. You and all of your family. What a treasure you have. All I ever wanted was a family and someone I loved to grow old with. I knew that there would be trials, but I also knew that you went through them and came out on the other end. Unfortunately, my first husband became an alcoholic and when our daughter was almost 4 (we had been married 14 years), I had to leave, because it was becoming scary and abusive. But I do have many blessings - my daughter, of whom I am very proud, a great son of my heart (my son-in-law), and two adorable granddaughters. We've also "adopted" a woman from Poland and her daughter, so that's another family member and granddaughter for me. For the most part, life is good. May God continue to richly bless you and your family. Thanks so much for allowing me to reminisce with you. Perhaps my comments should have been a message. If so, don't publish and I'll understand.

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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      pps - I responded to your blog response.

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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      All I can say is - I'm so happy right now . . . from your avatar up there I thought you died your hair blond. I clicked on it, saw that your exquisite dark veil was under a hood - whew . . . don't ever do that.

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      kimberlyslyrics 6 years ago

      sorry buddy but you do cause what you wrote already and shared with us is a mix of both. I follow no rules and make no apologies, and now I demand you do too ha

      seriously I tend to rhyme just by nature but with this comprtition I am learning prose

      I wrote 'droplet' and 'shoot' as prose no clue if they are correct but they were from my best efforts, all I can do

      ps-blogged again and thank you so kindly for your comment, I responded, it was nice of you not many people comment


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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      But, I don't know what poetry is,

      Do I rhyme or just let my mind roam?

      I see others writing what if I wrote,

      There's no way I'd call it a poem.

      I don't think I'm being too uptight,

      But make a distinction between craft and art;

      If poetry requires no meter or rhyme,

      Then I don't know what it is or where to start.

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      kimberlyslyrics 6 years ago

      Mickey first the headline grabbed me, which I believe is the most important element in any writing-lloved it

      and your photographs warmed my heart further as you take us on your wonderful journey and share it with us

      bravo mickey

      so proud of you

      now do one with a poem

      i will if you will!!!