A Little About Me

Let me introduce myself...My name is Dorcas Lee Acker Dodd Vittatoe.
My first name came from the Bible: Acts 9:36. Dorcas is Greek and means 'a gazelle'. My mother has a first cousin named Dorcas but she claims that she didn't name me after her. Soooo I guess Dorcas in the Bible gets all the credit.
My mother had a sister named Ruby Lee and I am told that I am named after her.
Acker is German and is my father's family name.
Dodd is my first husband's family name and Vittatoe is my second husband's family name.
So there you go...The history of my name. :)
I was born August 14th 1963 in Klondike Texas which is a very small community about 10 miles west of Cooper Texas.
My mother told me that men were hammering the hinges on the doors of the hospital when I was born. The hospital was brand new and obviously not completed at the time of my birth! I'm also told (by my mother) that the doctor (Dr. Wintermute) came in from a cow pasture with manure on his boots and was smoking a cigar while he delivered me! She says that she was praying and the doctor was cursing....What a way to come into the world! To this day I can't stand the smell of manure or cigars!
My parents were divorced before I was born and remarried afterwards. They divorced again a few years later. My mother is Nannie (Nancy) Lou Gillham Acker and my father was Owen Clate (Clatie) Acker. My father was never a father to me and my mother raised me and my brother and sister alone.
My sister Sherri Dawn was born Jan. 13th 1070 and my brother Daniel Clate was born Oct. 9th 1971.
I named Sherri and Daniel their first names and Momma gave them their second names..and I suppose the one thing I can say that we got from our father was his name.
I grew up (for the most part) in Cooper Texas although my mother and I did live in the Dallas area during the years before I started school. We also lived in Commerce for about six months during the third grade. That was the year Sherri was born.
By the time Daniel was born we were back in Cooper living with my grandparents, Morris and Ellie Gillham.
Needless to say my early childhood was tumultuous. My father was abusive and my mother, being raised in an era where domestic abuse was common had a hard time getting out of the relationship. She also was under the misguided opinion that she had to stay in the marriage and/or never marry again.
So as to not bore anyone further I'm going to end this blog for now....and may pick up at another time.
If anyone has any memories of me as a child please feel free to comment...I would love to hear from you...