chapter 2
when i was five , and mom and dad was working at dalgreen, my sister (Jean) n i ,played a lot in the feild, next to our yard, ane we both contracted rocky mountain spotted fever(tick fever)they had just come out with the Miracle Drug penecillin (m.s.) i pulled it, but my sister(age 3)did not, she passed away in the bed next to me, they moved her out while i slept,
and i blamed myself, because we had been warned about the ticks n to stay out of the field, and i was older, i remember picking her up n putting her on my back n toteing her across the field to an old shed we played in, i thought toteing her would keep the ticks off of her, but i was wrong and i knew it,i missed her so, and when i came home i would go out on the front porch, where we played alot, and i would sit there and talk to her up in the sky, where jesus lived.
my mom was pregnant (about 7 months)with my brother jim,when jean died, so here came a squalling baby that would not open his eyes, so it helped take my mind off of jean. but never forgotten, i am crying right now thinging about her.
i think i will have to explain my dad, cause he was be hind a lot of how my life took the road i am on.
it is funny how one thing leads to another on n on. i think my dad was born in the wrong place n time, he was smart as a whip, n big big ideas, he would have loved the computer age,mom said he would spend 50 for a pair of dress shoes,5 weeks pay, and want to wear white shirts to work in, as a mechanic,and he wanted mom to dress up , wear high heels , to feed the chickens n slop the pigs in lol, you see there was no other work here, farmer, mechanic or store clerk, so while mom chopped wood to keep us warm, he would sit inside, and read about these far away places and dream, mom said he was too lazy to go after the dream.i know he became a heavy drinker,as i got older.and he became a drunk,what we call a wine-o now, his white shirts had turned in to week old greasy mess. mom left him,when i was 14.
because dad changed jobs so much, as i grew, i changed schools 8 time by the time i got to eighth grade eight,and i rarely had a friend, i was a loner, starting in the first grade, i would carry bisquits with jam or something on it, while others had hot lunches or white bread with lunch meat, and apples, i would hide my bisquits, i was ashamed of them, i wore re cut over dresses made out of moms old ones, and shoes with card board to cover the holes in snow.i was ashamed and hid in myself. i quit in the ninth n got married,now thats another chapter in my life
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