by Joye Lange
What do you envision when you hear the word ”joy”? I envision a bright light, full of happiness. Over the last few weeks, I have learned a little about the life of Joye Lange. She has had a life full of tragedy and trauma, but a brightness seems to glow within in her. Here is Joye’s, story as told to me:
My name is Joye. I was born in Chicago in 1952, two years after my brother Larry was still-born. My parents called me their bundle of joy. Perhaps this is how they came up with my name? At birth, I fought really hard for 12 days in an incubator. Born a “blue baby”, my respiratory system wasn’t developed well at birth. I also had pulmonary hypertension from the beginning of life. The Catholic nurses in the hospital insisted that “E” be added to the end of my name, for the word extraordinary. That is how my name became Joye.
We moved to sunny Southern California in the end of 1952. I wouldn’t have lived past the age two if my folks didn’t move to a warmer part of the country. We loved living in California from the 1950’s to 1990’s. Many wonderful and crazy experiences! One fond memory of mine was having Ron Howard open the door for me at Valley College. Fun years were spent there, but I still had my share of traumas and health issues.
My little sister had an accident when she was about two and I was six. My sister got her head cut open. Our grandpa and I brought her to the doctor just in the nick of time. Also, when I was six our mother had to make a choice to save her life. Mom was pregnant, with by brother Wesley, but had tumors along with the fetus. I don’t think that my parents really wanted to terminate the pregnancy, but decided to. None of us were the same emotionally or mentally after that. My dad drank and my mother smoked cigarettes throughout my life, but after the pregnancy was terminated it was much worse; they used these things to self medicate.
When I was a little older, measles, mumps and chicken pox made me sick. Sledding a Mt. Pinos, left me with a broken foot. Then at age eleven, I was hurt when I stepped between three boys fighting near my pregnant teacher; ligaments were torn from that incident. In my teen years, I had my share of sexual abuse.
In Los Angeles, I helped hostess with the VFW2323 . On January 4, 1969, I met a wonderful guy named George at a USO Dance. He was a Canadian who joined the USMC. The corps took him to Vietnam from 1967-1970. We married in 1972. Two sons blessed us. We lost one baby, in 1977. In 1986 I had a total hysterectomy. The agony didn’t stop there. At the workplace in 1987, I was exposed to toxic chemicals. The trauma was so bad! The fact that I am still alive to talk about it makes me grateful!
Our son James (Jim) was shot in 1989, at the age of 15. He was brought back to life after dying on the operating table three times the night of his operation. Sadly, Jim died in 2013. Something happened after my son died: I dreamt of my brothers, both of them as adults. Larry, my first brother hugged me really hard before he had to go back to heaven. Wesley, looked just like my son Jason; he had long hair and was really tall. Dad said to me in the dream “see I told you he was really nice” .
We moved to northeast Ohio in 1993, where we still are today. I love everything about my experiences here! Well, almost. There were also traumatic events in the Buckeye State: My husband lost his hand in 2002. Three nervous breakdowns were suffered by me over the years (in 1989; 1998 and 2015). I have many health problems too.
Now at the age of 70, I am enjoying retirement. Traveling, writing and graphic designing keep me busy. In August, George and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary! A life lived full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t change much. I have learned a lot over the years!
Books I have had published
Lyric Poems I have written:
Graphic T-shirts I have made
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