FAMILY MEMBERS

2018-02-16 #2  It would only be polite to introduce you to the family members I remember:

Mama - I know now that she was depressed 90% of the time, and probably wanted to committ suicide, but she never would because of her responsibilities, but hid it well.  I remember that she worked as a cab driver at night, took care of her mother during the day, did laundry, cooked dinner, tried to take care of everything, till we got old enough to help.  Big mama wasn't always where she had to be taken care of.  When did my mother sleep?

Daddy - Thin, drunk, handsome, holding my hand, sitting in his lap, standing next to him while he was drivingdrive with him and being offered a little sip of his southern comfort that was under the seat.  I don't feel fear now in my memories,,I loved my daddy with the innocent love of a child who doesn't know any better.  As an adult I see the disregard for safety in that whole scenario.

Darlene -  My sister,I followed her like a puppy begging for food or attention.  She flat out hated me for messing up her life as an only child.  She was 4 years older when I came around.  Mama said I cried all the time (colic probably) and I guess when I was brought home and introduced, Darlene crossed her arms, stomped her feet and screamed "TAKE HER BACK" stomped her brat self away and slammed her door.  Mama's response was "she'll get over it,,,she'll just love her to death"  Yeah to death was about it.  But later for those thoughts.

 Big Mama - The best I can do is just tell what my mind says is true.  She lived in the welfare apartments near the stadium in Atlanta,,therefore I assume it was the lower grade area.  Anyway there was a man there too, Mr Fouts, that's all I know about him ( my mind only see's him on the front porch sitting in an old metal chair bench that swung a little).

Later....I need to actually work and stop thinking random things.  I'm hoping if I write all this thoughts down as they fly thru my brain, they'll stop and I can focus on what I'm supposed to be doing.

My step-Father - He drove a cab during the daytime and i remember one of his ex-wifes following him to the house on Holderness and parking at the curb, screaming at him about child support and shooting at him.  Then I remember the police coming to pick him up for not paying child support.  Mama was hitting him with her shoe as they were taking him away because she didn't know about all these other children and ex-wives.  Turns out there were a few wives and a few more children.

Robin - She showed up not too long after the step-father. She slept in the bottom dresser drawer opened next to mama's side of the bed.  I don't remember must about her,,apparently she wasn't in my way or bothered me, or way would I not remember anything about her.

Ed - He showed up 4 years later and I remember that he was after the mis-carried baby and mama thought she had a tumor growing, not a baby.   Turned out to be a baby.  But once again, I don't remember anything about him being around.  I was mean and called him tumor baby when he was older./

There was a special friend of mama's and my special aunt.  The other people were just people like uncles and aunts that didn't matter apparently in my mind.
 

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