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Sleepy eyes blinked into the dark morning as feet shuffled down the driveway. The station wagon was packed and soon the backseat would be too. Three children shared the tight space, which offered opportunity to nestle together. Hums of muffled whispers were exchanged from the driver to his passenger seat and the Provart family drove off into impending dawn, beginning their move.

These kinds of mornings were not foreign to the family of five. With their leader serving in the United States Air Force, moves were frequent and they had to be prepared to pack everything of significance into a well-worn trunk. The family was made up of a bold, black-haired daughter, a kind and caring little girl, and a gullible baby brother. Celeste was raised a middle child and continues to perfectly carry out her role, even today. Her journey made her who she is.

Celeste Ann Provart was born in Houston, Texas May 4, 1964. She became the second daughter of Robert Provart and Pat Provart. Robert was a first lieutenant in the United States Air Force. He served in the Vietnam War and so was deployed part of Celeste’s lifetime. He mapped out the location to drop bombs and never discussed anything further than that. Pat Provart was raised in the church and served as an excellent wife and mother. Not soon after Celeste was born, Robert was stationed in a base in Riverside, California. This southern California home provides Celeste with her first memories. Often she describes the fun of the ocean, even if it was just jumping over waves as they broke on the shore. Still a toddler, Celeste did not know much outside of her family but she knew she loved them.

This is why it was not difficult for her when her family had to move yet again. They packed up and headed across the country. When they arrived in Springfield, Massachusetts, the snow was an entirely new subject to Celeste. She would soon become very accustom to it. While she was living in Massachusetts, her baby brother Mark was born. This provided excitement and also work for the youngster. After walking to and from school with her older sister, Michelle, she would arrive home and help her mother with chores and looking after Mark. Overall, Massachusetts served as a good home. Here, she learned her mathematics, cursive, and how to walk in the snow. Soon, however, she would have to leave the northeast for a completely new part of the country to her—the Midwest.

Omaha Nebraska was the next stop. And it would be this charming Midwest town she would claim to be from the rest of her life. Growing up, she started middle school and easily made friends. The transition to high school was simple for her as well. Kind and extroverted, she made friends she would never forget. And then it was time for college. Not wanting to leave her new home in Nebraska, she searched for a college close enough to home where a drive could get her back but an every weekend visit would not be tempting. In spring of her senior year, she made her decision.

Nebraska Wesleyan is a small private college next to the University of Nebraska—Lincoln. Here, Celeste would show her true football pride, cheering on the Cornhuskers while studying communications at her school next door. The next four years were filled with, theater, football and laughs. Sorority sisters became family and friends became unforgettable.

If you ask her, she’ll describe all her moves as positives in her life. She learned to rely on her family and ultimately created bonds so close with her siblings they area all still best friends. Every move taught her to easily adjust to change and she relied on these lessons when she took risks after college that ultimately changed her life.  She learned that it was not about the physical things but the love from the memories she created in every place.

 

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This maps out all the events in Celeste’s life that lead up to College.

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