Mother’s Day, Never was what it seemed… 2

May 1967… Less than 3 months away from giving birth to a child not of my father’s blood… and like any kid on the verge of turning 13 that summer, I was full of piss and lot’s of vineagar…

We ended up in Big Springs, Texas some time after Don was recalled from Vietnam…

He had been assigned to Da Nang, the Agent Orange Depot… He had only been there a few months, long enough to know… The kid that was coming wasn’t his and that knowledge would fester and stew…

So, school, I remember only a couple of memories, this isn’t about that… This is about that up and coming baby that would change every life in that Craftsman home on the main drag…

After we got to Big Springs, I, like all kids of that day, had a little transistor radio and I heard a radio contest for a dozen roses for Mother’s Day, which was only a few days away…

So I entered my mother in the contest… Yea, abuse makes you do stupid, even though you hate them greatly…

Well, naturally I won and I have a picture, but, I have to doctor it, so we play nice… Not what my christian family does, but I am not them…

Anyhow… That started off our summer and the summer I would die, my older brother would disappear out of my life and the baby born… Well, lets talk about that night in Texas…

It was hot and humid and Big Springs is a refinery town and the air was heavy with the petroleum smell and after a long day of playing… us kids were in bed…

Dad, Don, had already worked his military shift and had changed and went back to work at the base bowling alley… He came dragging in about 11pm and she started…

When he came home to change we were all eating our lunch or dinner and she started a argument with him so fast, I waited for the first blow, instead, us kids talking among ourselves hear Freda yell my name, and ask me why they had to get married and I yelled back at 12 years old, not afraid of the bullies I lived with and said, “because you got pregnant with me”, us kids all busted up laughing and Freda says, “you wanna get slapped”????

My older brother and I snickered and the younger kids got quiet… They feared what brother and I took for them… always keeping them safe…

So, as Don walks down the hall after a grueling day working two jobs, she starts bitching about money, about kids, about her life and she swings and he defends and we hear thuds and that’s when the fun really began…

Larry and I both came out of the bedrooms, and tried getting between a 6’4″ man and a 5’6″ woman, trying to kill each other… Then the baby cries….

That’s when Don went crazy and Larry and I did all we could to keep him from getting to the new born, not of his blood….

I could go into detail about the events that unfolded, cops arrived… I died, my brother was sent to his dad and I had a moderate TBI that would help me not remember the beating, I so now vividly remember…

gotta save some for the book…

Next we get into the amnesia and how we ended up in Japan…

I remember…

Sorry, can’t leave it hanging like that or the next post won’t make a lot of sense and understanding the time line is important to keep up with the story… so lets start where I stopped: Don went crazy…

Boy howdy did the man go off the wall crazy… Larry, my late brother was only 15, skinny less than 150 pounds, but tall and as for me, 5’6″ 100 pounds and made Olive Oil proud…

So when the blows started and Freda wouldn’t back off, Larry and I jumped in and we were in the middle, taking blows and at one point I was on Don’s back as Don beat the crap out of Larry on the floor and I hear Freda screaming at the front door, sirens and men in black uniform or something and the next thing, I am flying, hit my head and no more memory making, or breathing or anything and I woke up to a lot of scary people poking me… Damn, made it through that without goose bumps!!!! Take that bad memory!!!

The next thing I know, we are on our way to Japan and we went hungry and stayed in some real dives, while the military went out of their way to cover up attempted murder…

Mine……………..

I remember…