Do I need to answer that. I am betting when you were 6/7 you saw your mother every day and your father for that matter. If I was lucky I saw my mother once a month. At least for the first three years I was there..then family visits were changed to every two weeks.
Of course you don't "need" to answer. And yes, I grew up with kind and loving parents. I just don't understand your comment that the school prevented your mother from seeing you.
@Holly Saunders Reliving these memories must be painful. And in comparison, I thought mine as a young adult were bad...... you have a great inner strength. Frank
My older brother told me my father treated him much like this.. due to his post Diabetes mood changes. He got the belt for the most petty misconduct..so much so my brother was terrified of him and ended up hating him. @Patsy Faye. What was it that you finally let go. If I may be so bold?
This has been said by many people in my life Frank...I believe it's the only thing that kept me sane!!! yes painful, but not as painful as it once was. I was almost 50 before I could even speak of it , I just couldn't form the word which literally would threaten to choke me with emotion......and my siblings and I still can't speak of it in any depth between each other!!
I was an unwanted child, the attempted abortion didn't work and my Mother despised me for living through it The details of what followed are personal to me and need to be buried. I finally left my Mother and her sidekick (my sister, 10 years older than me) at the age of 42.
@Craig Swanson - I'm not being flippant here, I know its hard to let go but, looking for laughter and music in your life help tremendously to heal
Thus, with considerable effort, the closets have been swept a bit cleaner than they were before...... Frank
I think I already answered this one in another thread but I can’t find it so..... Let’s see, what did I do as a kid. I worked a lot, then there was the time I worked, and man, I do remember when I worked even more. Oh yeah, there were the times I spent learning to play the piano and other instruments and those times in between work and practice that I studied. Yeah, I’m sure there was some other stuff but I can’t quite recall a whole lot before the age of 3. I can honestly say recess and sleeping were my greatest sources for experiencing fun. Can’t complain a bit though. Nearly everything I learned and experienced as a young lad has been useful as an adult.
We hi jacked the thread somewhat with some maudlin posts.. so now back on track. I did post earlier some of the mischief my brother got up to as a child. Another of his misdemeanors was he took great pleasure in purloining fruit from the local orchard and would often drag me along as the lookout. The orchardist was a Mr Brookwell (I think) and he had the local greengrocer. He grew oranges, plums, peaches, cherries and apples. Plums and cherries were usually the target on our raids as they were the closest.. My brother would climb the wall with the aid of dads ladder and head for the trees while I kept lookout on the Brookwell house from my vantage point. How we were never "pinched" red handed is a mystery.. tho we did come close on several occasions.
It is an old picture of my mom when she lived in California, in about 1929. She and my dad lived near San Diego for a while, and then moved back to Idaho, where they stayed after that. My dad was from north Idaho, but my mom’s folks traveled all over, and ended up in San Diego; so my mom and dad were there after they got married. I put this picture on my avatar for Mother’s Day, and then liked it and just left it up.
Every child deserves a good Mother - 'now' its hard thinking of those that don't, my life is way beyond that awful past