A New Friend We played in the front yard while Audrys’ mom fixed lunch. Her brother Mark seemed to glare at me. I tried to avoid him. Besides, I wan’t there to see him. After we had eaten our lunch we were out of our seats in a hurry. Following the fence we came to the park. I was mesmerized by the tall trees and the scenery around us. There weren’t any adults with us then. We didn’t worry about strangers coming up to us while we swung on the swings and went sliding down the metal slides. After tiring ourselves out running from one activity to another and swinging on the monkey bars more than once walked back along the long fence and into the back yard. While waiting for mom to take me home we stood in the driveway. Mark was there too taunting me. Without warning he grabbed my arm, twisting it until it hurt. I could see the marks left on my arm from the pressure. They were lines that moved in the direction which he turned my arm. I can’t remember going to visit again after that. They moved again. As years passed on whenever Dad drove by the park I would look We played in the front yard while Audrys’ mom fixed lunch. Her brother Mark seemed to glare at me. I tried to avoid him. Besides, I wan’t there to see him. After we had eaten our lunch we were out of our seats in a hurry. Following the fence we came to the park. I was mesmerized by the tall trees and the scenery around us. There weren’t any adults with us then. We didn’t worry about strangers coming up to us while we swung on the swings and went sliding down the metal slides. After tiring ourselves out running from one activity to another and swinging on the monkey bars more than once walked back along the long fence and into the back yard. While waiting for mom to take me home we stood in the driveway. Mark was there too taunting me. Without warning he grabbed my arm, twisting it until it hurt. I could see the marks left on my arm from the pressure. They were lines that moved in the direction which he turned my arm. I can’t remember going to visit again after that. They moved again. As years passed on whenever Dad drove by the park I would look for her old house and remember.for her old house and remember.

   In the summer of 1968 a new family moved into the neighborhood.   He was a doctor.  She was a lawyer.  They were of Indian descent with four children.  The oldest of the girls was Leslie.  She was the same age as I was.  We became fast friends and were always doing something together.  There were early Saturday morning wake up calls when I would hear knocking at my bedroom window.  “Come out and play!” she would insist. Hurrying to eat a quick breakfast I would rush out the door.                                                                                                               There were times when I was inside her home her mom would be getting ready to prepare supper.  One particular afternoon she was making Spanish rice.   When I told her it was one of my favorites I was invited to stay.  During the meal I was asked what mom was having for a meal that night.  “French Fries”I told her as I took another bite of the rice.  “Oh  I love french fries”  Leslies’ sister Cindy yelled out in delight.  A new tradition was started between our families that year.  The same night they had Spanish rice would become the night mom would have french fries.  I would take Cindys’ place at their table.  Cindy would take mine.  Every week I would look forward to sharing a meal at their families table.                                 The summer of 1969 was especially hot that summer.  You could even hear the cars tires kissing the hot pavement going down the streets.  Wanting to cool off at the neighborhood swimming pool we asked if we could go.  Giving their permission we couldn’t wait to get our bathing suits on.  Grabbing our twenty five cents and a towel we were on our way.  Not far from Northwest high school we took our shortcut    I was so excited to go that I had forgotten my flip flop shoes.  The asphalt was hot and I found myself skipping into a run. Leslie had to run just to keep up with me.  Once I was inside the pool the water cooled my sore feet.

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A Twisted Experience

  We played in the front yard while Audrys’ mom fixed lunch. Her brother Mark seemed to glare at me.  I tried to avoid him.  Besides, I wan’t there to see him.  After we had eaten our lunch we were out of our seats in a hurry.  Following the fence we came to the park.  I was mesmerized by the tall trees and the scenery around us.  There weren’t any adults with us then.  We didn’t worry about strangers coming up to us while we swung on the swings and went sliding down the metal slides.  After tiring ourselves out running from one activity to another and swinging on the monkey bars more than once walked back along the long fence and into the back yard.                                           While waiting for mom to take me home we stood in the driveway.  Mark was there too taunting me. Without warning he grabbed my arm, twisting it until it hurt.   I could see the marks left on my arm from the pressure. They were lines that moved in the direction which he turned my arm.  I can’t remember going to visit again after that.  They moved again.  As years passed on whenever Dad drove by the park I would look for her old house and remember.

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While talking on the telephone mom overheard me ask the other person if I could come to visit. “Who are you talking to?” she wanted to know. I was caught off guard when she came into the kitchen. Holding the receiver in my hand I stammered. I was talking to a childhood friend. She had moved with her family to Speedway in Indiana, and, I was missing her. My mother has always been a pretty understanding parent. This time she wasn’t. She reminded me that I was not going to call and ask to come over. I was about five or six at the time. Having three children of my own now I can definitely understand her frustration. She had four other children at home. Three of them were younger than me. Taking the phone from my hand she apologized to Audrys’ mother. I was there the whole time listening excitedly while mom told her that I would be coming over to play. Jumping up and down I could not control my excitement. When I got out of the car I could not wait to begin my afternoon. She pointed out that Speedway Park was right behind her house. Pointing to the fence along the side of the house you could see the parks water tower. Teresa Teresa Then Read more…

   While talking on the telephone mom  overheard me ask the other person if I could come to visit.  “Who are you talking to?” she wanted to know.  I was caught off guard when she came into the kitchen.  Holding the receiver in my hand I stammered.  I was talking to a childhood friend.  She had moved with her family to Speedway in Indiana, and, I was missing her.  My mother has always been a pretty understanding parent.  This time she wasn’t.  She reminded me that I was not going to call and ask to come over.  I was about five or six at the time.  Having three children of my own now I can definitely understand her frustration.  She had four other children at home.  Three of them were younger than me.  Taking the phone from my hand she apologized to Audrys’ mother.  I was there the whole time listening excitedly while mom told her that I would be coming over to play.  Jumping up and down I could not control my excitement.                                                                               When I got out of the car I could not wait to begin my afternoon.  She pointed out that Speedway Park was right behind her house.  Pointing to the  fence along the side of the house you could see the parks water tower.

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The Beginning of A Family


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Easter Sunday Meltdown

Eastersunday1967                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            While drinking my chocolate melted Easter Bunny mom could see that my mood had not changed.  “Why didn’t you move your basket before we left for church?”  Fighting back the tears I didn’t want to talk about it.  She reassured me that I still had candy in my basket.  After that Easter I made sure that there would not be another melted bunny.   Then as the years went by there wasn’t any more Easter egg hunts,candy and chocolate bunnies.  It will always be a day I will remember fondly.     Even though I could not taste the solid chocolaty goodness of my favorite holiday treat I enjoyed the remainder of that day celebrating with grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.     I could hardly wait to get out of the car when we got to our grandparents.  The Easter bunny would always make sure that he left  enough baskets and eggs for everyone.  I even saw him once hopping off into the distance.  He was tall and white with a fluffy white cotton tail as he made his way off into the distance.  It was later that I learned that it was only my uncle trying to impress all of us.  He must have been disappointed knowing the tail and ears would have to be put away never to be worn again.    After most of us had moved out to be on our own Mom continued to put out one basket every year for Karen.  By that time the rest of us had moved out and had an apartment of our own.  Still, I will always remember that day and all of the other Easters we shared.  I always had a dress that I can still remember wearing. There was the sunny yellow dress with butterflies of the same color embroidery throughout. The back was cut in the shape of a v with a pretty yellow satin bow beneath it.  There was also the blue polka dot dress with the matching blue coat with a sailor style collar.      Mom always took the time to make sure all of us were dressed nicely.  My brothers were sometimes sporting a nice suit and bow tie.  There were other times when mom dressed my sisters and I alike with matching dresses and accessories.

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A Beginning

  Something exciting happened to me today.  A book publisher called me.  As we chatted about my blog and the book I am writing something occurred to me.I need to stop playing it safe and be honest.  Absolutely honest.  Some of it might be ugly.  What I don’t want is a book that tells a story of only hopelessness and despair.  All of us go through many ups and downs in our lifetimes.  My book is not only about this.  A few of my followers can vouch for this.  So, now I am going to begin telling you my story.                                                                                                              I was born in the 1950’s during the time of sock hops and bobby socks.  It was the post war era when soldiers had been coming home after serving in the Korean War, and, the Civil Rights movement had begun.  It was also a time when wives stayed home taking care of the children and household chores while their husbands went to work.    It wasn’t anything like the television show ” Leave It To Beaver.”  Women did not do everyday chores wearing dresses and high heeled shoes.  June Cleaver made it look very easy.    I know that by the end of the day my feet would be sore and tired.  What I remember is seeing my grandmothers   dressed in housecoats and slippers.                                                                                                    My father and his twin brother were enlisted into the Korean war after graduating high school in the summer of 1950.  Stationed in Alaska he kept busy driving the Colonel around the barracks.  My uncle stayed close by while working the cameras and other equipment.  Taking a weekend retreat they traveled home to visit with their parents and siblings.   It was during this time that my uncle introduced him to my mother.    They stayed in touch after that visit writing letters back and forth to one another.  My mother still has those letters today tucked away with much love and remembrance of those days gone by.     When the war was over he came home to ask her to marry him.  Their pictures tell a love story  that I have heard so often throughout my childhood.  Even today I can hear those stories in my head cherishing the moments of their youth.                      

Leon

   Leon

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