Figuring it out

As I was reading through many of the articles throughout this wonderful site, one topic caught my attention. That was to do with entrepreneurs, and what the word meant. I was going to leave a comment, that indicated that the discussion was beyond me.

On reflection I decided to rethink my life story, and leave it to the reader to decide if I was made of this entrepreneurial stuff.

I come from a family of 6 children, being the 2nd eldest of 5 girls and one boy. I had my first job in grade seven during the school holidays at a farmers co-op, butter factory. by the time I had finished grade eight I was working every school holidays at a cafe, grocery shop and the farmers co-op. I found time to play my favourite sport. tennis and won my first championship in grade eight. the prize was a tennis racquet, which in all honesty was the only reason I entered the competition, because Mum and Dad could not afford to buy me a new racquet. I went to work on a Dairy farm until I was old enough to start nursing at the age of 16, where I began my training in a place called Innisfail. I was the original dumb country girl gone to the big smoke. I met my future husband at the hospital where he was doing his Pharmacy apprentice ship.  In my third year, he had to move to Brisbane to do his final year at technical College, so I left nursing and we got married. I immediately became pregnant. We found a flat, and hubby got part time work helping a builder on the weekends and when he was not at College. We had a motor bike and used to go shopping for all the specials. We lived on six pounds ten shillings a week, four pound ten shillings being for the rent of the flat. After the baby was born, we still travelled on the bike with the baby between us until the family caused such a ruckus we traded the bike in on a morris ute. At the end of the college and after hubby's graduation we headed back north to work on my parents Tobacco farm at a place called Hot Springs, six pence in hubby's jeans pocket, 300 pound in fixed deposit, a baby and a ute, where we stayed till the new year then went back to Innisfail where hubby went back to the dispensary at the hospital. We bought the milk run that hubby had worked weekends on since he was fourteen, with a small deposit and paid it off on a weekly basis. We both started work at 1am, me in the bedford and hubby in the comma. I had a bed on the floor of the passenger side of the truck for the baby. Hubby finished at 7.30am and then went to work at the Hospital. When we sold the run due to the death of our 2nd child, we bought a dairy farm, hubby still at the hospital. then he went into the earth moving business with my father out in the cattle country where they built roads, dams and air strips. They also built the road between Mossman and Port Douglas. He used to come home between jobs. I milked 60 cows twice a day, did a school bus run twice a day, and by the time we sold the farm, I had 4 kids. We moved south and bought another dairy farm. I went back and restarted my nursing career, hubby got a job at a nearby timber mill and we dairyied as well. After 2 years he decide it was time to slow down so he joined the Police Force, and we ended up in Mareeba where we bought another property with the proceeds from the sale of the Dairy farm. When he retired from the force we built 2 Steggle chicken sheds, and grew chickens for the company. I was still working as a phlebotomist for a private Pathology, but loved being back on the land.  Hubby had a heart  attack and we had to sell up. We are now self funded retirees trying to survive with investment rental properties. I am trying to build a business on the Internet, but have little hope of succeeding at that.

The question remains on the meaning of entrepreneur. Can I/we be classed as such in the true sense of the word.

Comments most welcome.