My name is Suzanne Yeagley.
I grew up in a town called Mountain Top, though I’m pretty sure it was in a valley.
I lived in the same house until I was eight.
From the time I was eight until I was eighteen, we moved seven times. My parents moved a few additional times while I was away at college, giving me the new address each time, allowing me to continue to come visit.
All of this moving was within the same small town, where my dad was one of the primary home builders. One of the houses they built for us had no carpet, no paint, no outlet covers, a yard full of rocks, and we stored most of our furniture in the garage. Another house had an indoor pool with a diving board and we threw parties all winter long. The quality of our house depended on the economy and its current effect on the housing industry.
I worked for my dad’s company while I was growing up. I learned that I liked to get paid, and I have always been willing to work anywhere I could. Over the years I’ve worked at a variety of places, including a donut shop, opthamologist office, pizza place, ski lodge, marina store, the Circle K, a barbeque joint, the JCPenney call center, and a titanium plant, just to name a few.
In most of these places I embarrassed myself, like at the titanium plant when I sent the French Navy to Taco Bell with unfortunate results. Or I watched other people do embarrassing things–I had to bust a guy stealing “adult” magazines at the Circle K.
I love to hear other people’s ridiculous, painful, or otherwise unique stories too.
Here are some other pictures from that issue of Good Housekeeping. I find them fascinating…
My childhood family room. I used to act out the weather report by pointing to stones above the fireplace.
The living room, where I played with the tea set and my Smurf figurines.
One of the first pads where you didn’t have to wear a sumo belt!
Use the zip code you dummies.
