To bring you up to date... we are now living in Mt. Clemens.... actually Clinton Twsp.... Our elementary school is just across a field...
I'm not positive what grade we would be in... (I told you I had a bad memory!) We were no longer in each other's classes. Parents and teachers thought it would be better to keep us split up! Not sure why. Do twins get split up now-a-days? Anyway... Marlene and I spent our days playing with dolls... arguing about space (each other's!)... swimming in our 2' deep kiddie pool playing alligator and/or shark attack in the summer months...
We had pets over the years.... When we were five years old, dad surprised us with a puppy that we (he) named Friskie. It turned out that Friskie WAS dad's dog after all. Friskie started out with us in Southfield and ended up with us in St. Clair Shores, MI (I'm getting there! Yes... another move later on!)
After we moved to Clinton Twsp., our mom decided she wanted a Poodle! Yikes!!!! (Yip yip yip yip yip.........!

) Marlene drew poodles beautifully and she eventually learned to bark like one to entertain anyone who wanted to listen!

The first (yes there were more!) was named Babette... or Baby for short. This poodle would end up being blocked up in Marlene's bedroom in St. Clair Shores because she would attack anyone or anything that moved..... Babette... not Marlene! Anyway... mom decided that wouldn't it be cool to have puppies from Babette and sell them?!

Dad went along with it. Us kids were all for it! Anyway.... Babette had 5 puppies.... 3 were stillborn... 2 died a few weeks later....

This is where Sugar comes in!

Babette went a bit crazy looking for her lost pups, so mom and dad bought Sugar (a phantom poodle puppy) to help take their place. It seemed to work out. However.. Babette was never quite the same and would daily snap at one of us for any movement she didn't like! We got used to it...
Marlene was bitten many times over the years she had Babette in her room in St. Clair Shores. She would tell mom and beg her not to tell dad. The bites were nasty at times and she had some scars to prove it. When Babette died, Marlene was very sad. She even wrote a poem for Babette. It was in some papers we found after Marlene had passed away.
Other poodles followed over the next couple of years.... There was Coco and then Fluffy. These poodles were given to my parents by people who didn't want them anymore!

These two poodles were wonderful! So... there is the pet story.... 5 dogs (1 mutt and 4 poodles).... not sure how many fish.... and the cat and kittens only in Southfield....
Now... another move... this time only a few blocks away... almost across the street from our new middle school (we were the first group to enter in grade 6 and exit in grade 8) and high school ~ which was attached to the middle school.
In middle school, Marlene and I played the clarinet. Of course, we were in the same class for band and we competed for 1st chair. I was 1st chair! Marlene ended up being 2nd and/or 3rd chair... I think the teacher wanted someone between us at times just so we wouldn't talk and goof around!

We continued band in high school. She joined Marching Band... I didn't! Had to get up too early for that nonsense! Anyway... we would practice together and play songs for our parents. We both quit band in 11th grade. (Yes... another move!)
I think we both liked middle school and the 2 years of high school that we had. The only thing that was bothersome for Marlene was the mean things that some kids say to other kids. Marlene was chubby thru her whole life.... and we all know how mean kids can be. She stood her own though. Her mouth could override any rotten thing someone would say about her weight. She would make a joke about it and laugh about it, but deep inside I knew she was hurt.
I remember when my dad told us that we were moving again... this time to St. Clair Shores, MI. Not that far really.... but to start 11th grade in a new school!

That was hard. Very hard! Cliques were already formed.... groups were already formed... friendships were already formed... I found it hard to make new friends. Sure... I 'knew' other kids and talked with them.... Even today... there isn't one person I talk to from that high school! I won't attend any reunions. What for? When I was a Junior.. I made friends with Seniors! When I was a Senior.... I had to start all over again making friends..... The friends I had were a couple of years younger and lived in our neighborhood. Marlene made friends.... some were the wrong kind of friends... my parents were full of worry about her. When Marlene was to enter her Senior year with me... she dropped out. Dad told her she could, but only if she got a job. She did! Her first job was at a drive thru dairy store. You could get milk, bread, icecream, cigarettes, pop, candy, chips, dips, and a few other groceries. These stores were very small and handy! I worked at a different location for a couple of months too!
Anyway... she also worked at a PhotoMat.. a drive thru photo development shop! (What's with the drive thrus in those days?!)

She also did a stint at a 7-11.. midnight shift. She liked the night shift.
She then started working at nursing homes as a nurse's aide. Boy... did she have stories to tell!

She loved it! She learned as much as she could in those days. She could diagnose the residents just as well if not better than the nurses (and doctors!).

People who worked with her would tell her to go to school and college and become a nurse. At first, she lacked the confidence. She would quit working at nursing homes for a few years... She worked at a gas station as the asst. mgr. for awhile. During that time, she met Will's dad at a Burger King where he was mgr. She fell in love over time. Based on things she told me (I'd never met him!), I had the feeling that he was a married man. He wouldn't give her his home phone because it was long distance.. he lived in Port Huron.... He gave her a sad story about his being alone on Thanksgiving that first year because his ex would have the kids... I spoke with him on the telephone and invited him to our home. He accepted. Of course, he never showed up. I forget what lame excuse he gave. This confirmed my belief that he was still married.
Ahhh... Marlene.... she was in love! And then she was pregnant!
Of course.... the man was married. Marlene didn't care. She wanted a baby now and that was that. He was married... so be it! She was going to have a baby! That's all that mattered!
So..... in July 1989.... along came William. Marlene's pride and joy!

The pregnancy went along without a glitch until the last month. She would spend that entire month in the hospital.... by herself... giving herself insulin injections... praying that this baby would be okay.... and when he was born, Marlene was estatic!
Now her life would revolve around this baby that was her's.. and her's alone................