When I was a kid we celebrated...

 


We celebrated Christmas. Presents open on Christmas Eve. Every year we would all agree to wait for Christmas morning. We never made it. Daddy had no filters or patience. He couldn't wait. 
I saved my lunch$ and got Mama daddy and Linda each a $1 gift. 
We never heard of allowance and worked our little asses off!

Thanksgiving was thick on food. The best ever. Mama worked for weeks and wouldn't sit until everyone else was ready to eat. 
Her beautiful China that Shannan has, I hope. Please!
The daffodil silverware. Lace tablecloth.  I'd spend days polishing that dining set and buffet !


Easter.  Ham. GOOD 
dishes and silverware came out. Daddy tolerated prayers.  New dress!
Only got new clothes Easter and first day of school.
I vowed to be the best dressed woman in Medford someday. AND I WAS.

Went to  Church until I was about 9. She finally just gave up trying to save Daddy. I went back when I was about 14.  Tried them all except Islam. Don't need to smell it to know it's shit.

July 4! Daddy would drag out that 45 pistol and let us shoot it.  I should have been terrified of guns, but never was.  I wasn't STOOOOOPID enough to blame a gun for any sin. 
I'm emotionally Ill, not an emotional idiot. 

Every holiday meant Daddy was going to get drunk. I never saw him take a drink out of a glass.  He hid his bottle. Usually in the woodpile.  One time I moved it. Lol
I don't know if that was some warped respect for my tea totling mother. 

Birthday. Mama always made cake for everyone unless she was "down".

It's not easy growing up with a sick mom. It must have been hard on my children.
I'm so sorry. I tried to be strong. I often did the impossible.

I guess the only smart thing I did was refuse to have more children.
Danny, my son recently told me that he was never afraid when he was growing up. I hope that's true. I tried to keep the cruel world away from them. Maybe I tried too hard. I'll never know. 



Photo
A couple years ago, I stopped at an estate sale on a late Sunday afternoon.  Half off!
Opened an old wooden case...an there were those daffodils, exactly like my mother's that were ruined in the Almeda fire. 
I broke down. The poor people!
I had them all crying. Yes the community thinks I am nuts. 
$25 . The only thing besides the dehydrator that I have bought for myself in 4 years.  
I had everything new and beautiful in my home that burned. 
STILL can't believe I am paying the government$12,000 interest to be burned out. I shouldn't have lost money and my income!
Oh well


I miss the photos of those good days. I wish someone would tell me they have some copies

Please. 
No one cares. 

Comments

  1. This twisted world gets uglier by the day. Nothing is cherished!!
    I just read that Africa is going to start eating the elephants.

    Cherished, sentient creatures! Those who know me will remember my amazing elephant collection. I even got to ride one! All lost to Almeda.
    Over the years I got gifts from loved ones of elephants. Fabulous ones!! I miss them so. My social climbing half sister sent me a purse made of elephant hide...I thought it was a disgusting gesture. I couldn't throw it out. I packed it away for 40 years and finally decided to honor the elephant and use it.

    We aren't allowed to cherish anything anymore. It's all too fleeting. BABIES lives.. don't matter. We even destroy our cherished sexuality now! I cherished being a mother and wife and woman!!

    I cherished my country! Patriotic is a dirty word.
    My God.
    How did we come to this?

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