My First Blog
7/2016 Hi! I’m Stephany Spencer/AKA Beulah Spencer Tucker de LeBaron.
Welcome to my own little corner of the World-Wide Web — My “Virtual” piece of valuable Internet Real Estate! Yes, I being “Creative Aboard,” say welcome aboard! And please feel free to click around and see what’s useful to you. How may I help you?
I am a Creative: Author, Artist, Poet, Performer, Lyricist, Singer-songwriter, Musician, Speaker — Just a professional Jackalynn-of-many-trades — And a retired teacher on her endless summer.
At the moment, I’m excited about this recent launch of my first Website/Photoblog site! My URL is: https://StephanySpencer.com. It serves as my Scrapbook, Blogsite, and a connection to you and the rest of the world.
My email address is StephSpencer10@gmail.com, should you wish to contact me. I prefer emailing over Messaging, because I can edit my work, better save it, and also use Voice Recognition without a host of problems like the ones I find on Facebook.
Over time I’ll be sharing with you a variety of topics and poetry, but mostly my miserable Memoirs (I love alliteration!), along with some happy and redemptive stories of how I escaped a dangerous, fanatic, Mormon fundamentalist foot-washing cult I was born and raised in — and lived to write about it; i.e., to tell why and how I made it out of there and up to here.
I’ll also be sharing with you poetry and songs I’ve written, as well as videos of my performances, artwork, and more. I’m looking forward to your input, honesty, and ideas. I promise I’ll read all your comments, and will respond as time allows. For I mean for each blog to be a dialog, not a monolog.
Through my Website, I’ll test the waters and heed your input. It will be of import for if and when I decide to finish writing my shoot-from-the-hip Memoirs: the surreal saga of how I survived stunting child abuse as a White slave while growing up poor and deprived.
Seven years of my life (the years between 1960 and 1967) were spent in my Uncles Joel and Ervil LeBaron’s secluded, backward, extremist Mormon Fundamentalist cult, headquartered in Colonia LeBaron, Chihuahua, Mexico.
I escaped this self-righteous, mostly poorly-educated peoples, and controlling cult in 1967, at the age of twenty-one, with only my three-year-old daughter, one suitcase, and $5.00 to our name — plus an 8th Grade Diploma received in 1960, after only around six years of rather poor public education, mostly from Utah’s small-town 1950s schools.
Part of that education took place in the infamous Short Creek, Utah’s one-room schoolhouse that housed grades one through five under the tutelage of brave Mrs. Verda Lartzen.
The rest is “her-story” or “my-story” — But with much credit going to our good ol‘ USA’s government, peoples, and God — though at the time, I no longer believed in God/my understanding of God.
Now I see “God“(meaning anything that is “Good”) has been with me all along. Though the going has been far from easy, I see the tracks where God carried me when I could no longer make it on my own! The help showed up in ominous ways, such that I cannot question that a Higher Power exists — a loving energy overlooking my life.
So, to be sure, all glory goes to God/ Goodness that I’ve made it through so well, these many years, since escaping the devastation and many setbacks the cult upbringing had on my life.
Within five months of escaping the LeBaron cult at age twenty-one, for example, I miraculously started college — though all I had was about six years of public education, an eighth-grade diploma, and had not been the inside a classroom for about eight years … And was limping along on culture shock and post-traumatic stress syndrome, besides.
However, College was a dream come true! Thanks to California’s Junior Colleges (mostly funded by taxpayers’ dollars back then), Scholarships, Work-study, Grants and Loans — and the Welfare system, — I was able to take the GED test, then start studying at East Los Angeles College, in California.
Amazing too, is, though I had been out of school since age fourteen, barely had six years of public education, and only an eighth-grade Jr. High School diploma, I was on the Dean’s list for top grades by my second semester!
I, sadly, had not had the chance for an education in High School’s 9th, 10th, 11th, nor 12th Grades, yet within two years, I earned an Associate of Arts degree in Music, then graduated from UCLA in 1973 with a Bachelor of Arts in Sociology. And attained a Teacher’s Credential and Post-graduate work from California State University, Northridge, in 1976, specializing in Liberal Arts and Bilingual Ed.
Presently I am a member of the California Writers Club (https://cwc-sfv.org) where I was Programs Chair and also helped with Hospitality. (*See the above CWC Website for some of my pieces published over the years in “The Valley Scribe,“ newsletter of the California Writers Club.)
Ever a Creative, the world is my oyster and I a pearl forming within her. Life is my canvas on which I purposely paint with gusto, all the while it takes me along to new destinations and dimensions — and hopefully, right on through to the “pearly” gates. Hmmmm!
I have learned: “If you rest, you rust;” i.e., You either live or you die. Bob Dylan so aptly reminds us of this in his lyrical line borrowed from the late great singer-songwriter, Woodie Guthrie: “If you aren’t busy livin’, you’re busy dyin’.”
And So here’s to life!
I’m tryin,’ yes, I am —
And though I ain’t thru cryin’,
“L’ Chaim,” and cheers,