Sunday, February 6, 2011
IN THE BEGINNING~~~ A Glimpse of my personal history
I am the second youngest of six children that was born in 1959. My father was an abusive alcoholic and left the family when I was two. My mother raised us alone but with the help of some family, church members and of coarse, social services. When my youngest brother started school, mom went to work full time and my grandmother came to live with us.
We suffered many numerous trials seeing that we were a single parent home. The obvious being, financial. We lived in houses that had no running water, wood burning stoves and walls and ceilings that you could see light through. Going hungry? Yes. I know what it is like to not only be deprived of a father but of food and clothing as well.
Spaghetti, milk and rolled oats being our staple food. I know what it is like to be cold. I remember all of us children cuddling in one bed with few blankets and clothes piled high on top of us so we could keep warm.
We went to church, didn't swear, kept ourselves clean. Mom would clean the house once a week but the rest of the time it was lived in and since our father left we began to be happier. Sad but true. Poor but happy.
The early years of my childhood was more difficult than in through my teenage years. We still lived in rented old houses and had tattered furniture but as we slowly gained our independence, we as children, went our separate ways to make a life for ourselves that was better than what we knew.
This is a bit...of my story.