Woman of A NobleBirth

When I think of women who have influenced my life many great and famous Ladies come to my mind, but when it really comes down to it the Women who make me who I am today are my mother, Grandmothers, and Mother-in-law. Each of these women have instilled in me lessons that have helped me develop character and voice.

Anna M. Borup is my mother. She is kind with a large heart to help people, she has a loving personality that makes you want to be near her. She values her family and has instilled in me a desire to know my ancestors. She is also very smart. I have been told by many people that I am a lot like my mother and to me it is the greatest compliment. She grew up in Mink Creek and Preston Idaho, then moved to Layton Utah. Her mother had six children Anna is one of the youngest and she was the youngest girl. Her older sisters would dress her up and play with her like she was a doll. She tells a story of when she was a toddler. Her sister and her sisters friend put her and another toddler that Anna played with in a buggy stroller. They pushed the stroller around for a while until they came to this old run down place. It looked like a haunted house, the two toddlers were bothering the teen girls so the girls opened the door to the old place and pushed them right in. The buggy flew in crashing into the wall where it tipped over on its side with the two toddlers rolling out. As they looked up to get a feeling of where they were they saw a giant moose head mounted on the wall with spiders crawling out of its mouth and cobb webs all over. My mother screamed causing her friend to scream and they both ran as fast as their little legs could carry them out of the house home to find their moms. Her older sisters got in trouble that day as well as their friends and they had to baby sit to make up for it.

As you can see she has a great knack for story telling. She was married at 19 years of age to Byron Lee Borup. A tall dark haired, blue eye boy that she adores. Their love story is still going strong, After marriage she had six children. Each child was a year a part then two years then a year then three years. She has two boys and four girls. Life was not always easy for her. When she had me she just broke her back and was on bed rest. Her mother and Lee's mother came to help her with the kids. Then when I was three almost four, on the fourth of July, I was shot almost dying. My mother was the one who stayed in control while my father when a little crazy. The bullet was fire by a .22 pistol and it went in my stomach and out my back. My mom rode with me in the ambulance and was with me constantly.

Later in my life I got rheumatic fever and the doctor misdiagnosed me. He told my parents that it was psycho sematic and that they needed to Ignore me. With this my parents followed the advice and did what he told them, but it created a drift in my trust for my mother and father.

Looking back on it I should have realized it was not them, but the were just trying to get me better. After this incident and I was properly diagnosed my parents did what ever they could to help me.

My mother started as a house wife. It was what she grew up knowing that she was going to be, but as the year changed so did the ideals of time. Women were starting to populate the work force. My baby sister was in kindergarten now and she wanted to do something that would help kids and keep her on a same kind of time schedule as her kids.

She went back to school and worked getting a 3.8 GPA. She graduated with a degree in teaching receiving her certificate to teach in the Elementary level. At this time I was in high school and helped her as an aid doing creative work with her for her classroom. My father also went back to school and worked two jobs to keep up with the bills. He would go to school sometimes with no sleep, still managed to graduate cum lauda, and a four point o grade point average. He started teaching at a high school and fell in love with it. With high school he decided also to teach at the college level on the side. Both of my parents love to share their knowledge, and their summers off. We would go on vacations as a family in the summer even though most of us were grown and off to college or else where in life.

She taught for about 25 plus years and then retired. During her teaching years she won many awards for her opera's that she put on in conjunction with the school PTA and make money for the school. The principal would love it and teachers and parent always helped with these. the state found out about her operas and started giving her nice size grants to help with the school.

Currently she works with me in writing stories for Young Adults. She also helps with content for the website guardiansofmachupicchu.com. I have been asked, "Why would you want to work with your mother"? I say, “She is my best friend, and the most creative writer I know.

Rosa Maria Fiestra Lopez is another woman I look up to. She is also my late mother-in-law. She was born in the mountains of Peru. Her mother died at her birth, and her father was a traveling musician. She was raised by her moms family and when old enough was the many to their kids. She was only allowed to go to school until 3rd grade, but even with all this she taught herself to read and write. She married young and had 4 boys the youngest my husband. She worked hard taking care of her family and doing hair. She was very emotionally strong and taught me that love transcends language. I could not speak the language, but she said through my husband that she could feel the goodness of my heart. She loved her grandchildren and the last part of her life had dimentia, but even with that she smiled at my son always and made us laugh playing pranks on her boys. I will love her always and be grateful to her for raising her son to be a good man.

There are three other women who have shaped my life. Each of them share the same impact in my life.

Margaret H. Borup married my grandfather when my dad was young and had 3 girls and two boys with him. Even though my father is her step son she treated him like her own. Growing up my grandparents lived in California so we did not see them only on occasion. So they set up a time for each child in my family to come stay the summer with them. I will always remember my time with her. Though she was a little hard to read some times she made sure you knew you were loved.

Ila Lutz Nalder is my Fathers mom. She was married young with my grandfather Borup. He went away to the war, and she did not know if he was alive or dead and had a child so she met another man whom she fell in love. It was not something I agree with, but she ended up with the man and my Grandfather Borup came home. She had two children with him, but he unlisted and left her. She was alone with three children and it was hard for her. She met Bernie Nalder a school teacher who adored her and her children. She married him and he adopted two of her children.

When I was young I would go to her house and she would make cinnamon toast. When I turned 12 she took me on a birthday date to get my hair done and buy pantyhose hose. She showed me how to put them on, but the memory that stood through the most was when I had Reumatic fever and it was not diegnosted yet. The Doctors said it was in my head, so my parents egnored me ( the Doctors told them too), the pain would be all over my body like a million pins were pushed in my skin at once if I even blinked. I was alone with my little brother and I had to use the restroom. I tried to get up off the couch and it hurt so bad I was crying. My little brother called my grandma who lived 45 minutes away. She drove to my house to help me. It was too late when she got there and I was crying. She sat next to me after helping me clean up an just held me while I cried. I will always remember that kindness.

Last is my Grandmother Mirtha Morrison. She is my moms mother. When I was young we lived down the road from her for a couple years. My parents would have her babysit us. She had a laundry shoot that went from upstairs in the bathroom to the laundry room down stairs. We used to climb down the shoot and land in a pile of clothes. Another memory would be of her working on the air force base in the comonsery and she would bring home sample makeup and perfume for me. I treasured that. She was an amazing woman. During the war she took a job building airplanes. My grandfather was in the war and so she worked while he was away. My grandfather and grandmother grew up in Idaho and they met at a dance. When they were old she got Alzheimers and my grandfather who was blind paid me to take care of her so she would not have to go to a nursing home. He lead her hand and listened to music each night sitting with her until she died. He died 6 months later of a broken heart. I will always remember and admire the love they had for one another and looked for this in my spouse.

Each of these women mean more to me than a celebrity and did more that was unknown to the public. Only to me.