Well, I better move on. As you can see, Granddad meant the world to me, so I talked a bit too much about him? No, probably not enough. I am sure there is or was a family member who meant so much to you. I bet if you think about it right now, you will just plain smile.
So, our new step-mom, {mother}, dad and brother and I lived in a house all by ourselves. Grandma and grandpa lived about a half hour away but we saw them usually every Friday evening. We would go to their house and we always had chili and hot dogs. Daddy sure did love this meal, well I can’t really remember, but he must have, we went every Friday at supper time.
After supper was done, us kids would sit on our chairs and be as quiet as we could. Family always told us that children should be seen and not heard. Grandma would turn on the television and we would watch whatever the grown-ups watched. It was fun to watch their TV because they had one of those color TV’s. We only had a black and white one at our house.
After the programs were over, we were told to go use the bathroom because there would no no stopping on the way home. We would all climb in the car but not until daddy kissed grandma on the cheek and as we were pulling away, daddy would always honk and I would see grandma standing at the big, bay window waving to us goodbye.
I really don’t remember too much about the house we lived in except two things. Us kids slept upstairs and when you used the stairs, you went up one flight, and through a wooden framed, glass door, then you went up the other flight.I remember this well. I was four and I was coming down the stairs one morning and I tripped. I fell down the stairs and went through the glass door and fell the rest of the way down. I remember mother making me lay down on the couch and she searched my eyes for glass with a flashlight. I didn’t go to the doctor or a hospital as she didn’t find anything. Today, though, all grown-up and getting my eye exams, the doctor says I have scaring on one eye, and it looked like I had some sort of accident. I told him about that time I fell and he said it made sense.
There was another time that I was in the living room, hiding behind this brown rocker. I don’t remember what I was hiding from or who but I am sure I was trying to get by with something I knew I shouldn’t be doing.
Mother was in the room too and she didn’t even notice me. I was being real quiet. There came a knock at the door and I saw mother go and open the door. I could hear two ladies talking and they were raising their voices. It sounded like they were mad at each other. Who could be at that door?
To be continued…
Who I am 