Priscilla "Patti" Normandy and Harold "Hal" Wilson - February, 1956

My first marriage to Hal Wilson took place at The Church of the Little Flower in Hollywood, Florida. The reception was at the home of our maid of honor, Carmela Ortega. My father, Sebastian Sylvester Normandy,  wasn't able to come from New York, so his brother, Uncle George Normandy, gave me away. In the picture, from left to right, are Aunt Mary and Uncle George Normandy, my mother, Olympia "Ida" Normandy, me (Priscilla "Patti" Normandy), Hal Wilson, Hal's mother, Emily Wilson, and Hal's brother, Thomas Bruce Wilson.

We lived in Hollywood, Florida, for a short while until Hal returned to college in Gainesville, Florida, where our first child, Kimberli Jean Wilson, was born. Our other children, Randall, Darrell, and Priscilla Wilson,  were born in Jacksonville, Florida, where we lived after Hal's graduation. We returned to Gainesville after a few years and lived there until our marriage ended in 1972. A few years later, Hal married Jean Freund Hawkins. They had one son and named him Christopher after Hal's father. Jean has three children from her first marriage, two sons, Mark and Jeff, and a daughter named Kim.

I married for the second time in May, 1982. My husband, Gordon Edward Greenwood, has three grown sons who are single, Joseph, Richard and Donald Greenwood.

My Kimberli has two sons now, Richard Carter and Gregory "Sabbastian" Webb. Her husband, Gregory Webb has three children from his first marriage, Bodhi, Deva and Elan Webb.

My Darrell has one son named Niles. Priscilla's husband, Alan Knudsen has three daughters from his first marriage: Samantha, Erin and Corry Knudsen. My son Randall is currently single.

My sponsored daughter in Kenya is named Ntabaruan.

We are truly blessed by our ever-growing extended family.
 

Kimberli Wilson and Gregory Webb	February 1998

The Way We Were

Memories
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were

Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

Can it be it was all so simple then?
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?

Memories may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

    By Marvin Hamlisch, Alan Bergman, and Marilyn Bergman