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Name: Shelby
Birthday: September 19
Gender: Female
Status: Single
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Location:
WEST COAST, Florida
United States
School:
Asbury Park High, Vermont College for Woman
Hometown(s):
Long Island, Manhattan, the Jersey Shore, and half my life in Florid****
Quote:
Enjoy life fuly, and give back by volunteering your time and services. It comes back ten fold in terms of satisfaction!

My Journals (2)

     Like so many other immigrants, my Grandparents emigrated to this Country in the Mid 1860’s.  At that time, the immigrants were under the impression that the streets of New York were paved with Gold.   They were soon to learn, this wasn’t the case, and that getting ahead was NOT an easy road to follow..  It was only  through diligence, hard work, and ingenuity that  these immigrants became successful

       My Grandmother on my Father’s side came from Germany, and my Grandfather came from Lithuania which later became part of Poland.  He  and his family came to this country to avoid conscription into the Russian Army, for that meant a lifetime of duty.  Then too, because he was Jewish,  more than likely he would have been sent to the front-lines,  

     My Grandfather started as a Peddler, and then supplied other peddlers with Merchandise, which they manufactured in their own home,   He saved his money and later went into Real Estate, accumulating his own properties. 

       Now, most European Immigrants brought their Children into the business, and my family was no different. My Grandfather brought his oldest Son, into the business, and my Uncle E.A, multiplied my Grandfathers holdings, becoming extremely wealthy. 

     Later my Uncle brought  my Father into the business to manage his properties!   My Father, did very well for my Uncle,  but not so well for himself, mainly because he was in love with the Arts, but that is another part of my story!  Shelby

Added: January 22, 2008
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       Becoming Blonde was quite an experience.  I bought a spikey blond wig from a consignment shop, and wore it for fun one evening.  Everyone went crazy over it, and told me that I looked 10 to 20 years younger. 

      

       Then one of my Gentleman Friends said, "When I take you home, don’t take off the wig!"  That’s clinched it.   I decided to go all the way.  Unfortunately, I had dyed my hair a dark brown that same week.  So, instead of blonde, I turned a sickly, strange red color.  Believe me, it took a lot of processing for me to walk out of the beauty salon with reasonably blonde hair. 

      

       What could my Beautician then tell me.  She told me that I was a work in progress!  Now,  I’m NOT going back to being a brunette, for I’m finding out that blonde’s truly do have more fun.  Although, who knows, I"ve learned in life to never say never!    Shelby

 

Added: December 26, 2007
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