Michelle Ann Cramer, Author
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I was born of privilege and raised in a gated community…
Wait. Let me try that again.
I was born inside of the guarded fences surrounding Loring AFB in Limestone Maine. My first diaper was stamped 'property of the U.S.A.F.' and for the the next 12 years, that’s who we were. Government property. As any Military Brat will tell you, it’s a very different way of life; Of course at the time, we aren’t aware of it. It’s a life of relocating, changing schools, friends coming and going, and most of all, seeing this country first hand from the back seat of your parent’s station wagon.
We were fortunate to only undergo a few moves. Most of our time was spent in the Northeast with the exception of a stint in Omaha, Nebraska. We finally retired in 1986 from Griffiss AFB in Upstate NY.
Of course our Nomadic lifestyle would only cease briefly before we were back on the road. At least this time, home base would always be in the same location. While we lived in the mid-west, I began taking horseback riding lessons, which of course led to a show horse and a show career.
In 1989 my parents purchased my first Quarter Horse and we spent the next five years traveling the Quarter Horse Circuit… back on the road; only this time the station wagon was my father’s pickup truck with a trailer in tow. We traveled to every corner and crevice of New York State along with Toronto, Oklahoma, and two weeks in Fort Worth, Texas for the World Championships.
My life has been a great deal about travel and experience, and for that, I consider myself very lucky. I have lived inside of the privileged, ‘ID required to enter’ world, and I have lived in the sticks. I have lived in a city with a slaughter house downtown, and I have spent a great deal of my time in two car traffic jams behind a John Deer tractor. I feel like my ability to see much of this country and my experiences in all of these different walks of life have truly enriched my life. I think these are the things that help me write. They are memories and experiences I have to trap forever on paper. And it’s usually in that process that I find myself led to a new adventure that I have to share.
Wait. Let me try that again.
I was born inside of the guarded fences surrounding Loring AFB in Limestone Maine. My first diaper was stamped 'property of the U.S.A.F.' and for the the next 12 years, that’s who we were. Government property. As any Military Brat will tell you, it’s a very different way of life; Of course at the time, we aren’t aware of it. It’s a life of relocating, changing schools, friends coming and going, and most of all, seeing this country first hand from the back seat of your parent’s station wagon.
We were fortunate to only undergo a few moves. Most of our time was spent in the Northeast with the exception of a stint in Omaha, Nebraska. We finally retired in 1986 from Griffiss AFB in Upstate NY.
Of course our Nomadic lifestyle would only cease briefly before we were back on the road. At least this time, home base would always be in the same location. While we lived in the mid-west, I began taking horseback riding lessons, which of course led to a show horse and a show career.
In 1989 my parents purchased my first Quarter Horse and we spent the next five years traveling the Quarter Horse Circuit… back on the road; only this time the station wagon was my father’s pickup truck with a trailer in tow. We traveled to every corner and crevice of New York State along with Toronto, Oklahoma, and two weeks in Fort Worth, Texas for the World Championships.
My life has been a great deal about travel and experience, and for that, I consider myself very lucky. I have lived inside of the privileged, ‘ID required to enter’ world, and I have lived in the sticks. I have lived in a city with a slaughter house downtown, and I have spent a great deal of my time in two car traffic jams behind a John Deer tractor. I feel like my ability to see much of this country and my experiences in all of these different walks of life have truly enriched my life. I think these are the things that help me write. They are memories and experiences I have to trap forever on paper. And it’s usually in that process that I find myself led to a new adventure that I have to share.
