I was born

7/17/14

In short time I am sure that anyone reading this blog will realize I have no idea as to what I am doing.  I just want a place where I can somewhat chronicle my life but not necessarily in chronological order.

First, let it be known I have always been unable to concentrate on a task.  I forget easily(more so now than ever) and have been known to ask someone several times over a span (large or small - I don't know) of time the same question which they have already answered.

I have no idea who my father was.  The man who's last name I carry married my mother because she was pregnant.  I was born February 24, 1943.  Understand 1942-43 was a very different time from now regarding having a baby out of wedlock.  Don't know, but, do not believe her family knew she was pregnant until I was born and they were able to do the math. She got married on the day that Grandpa and Grandma had a family picture taken with all of my mother's siblings.  She didn't show up at the photographers.  Later her picture was taken, and the photographer inserted her into the picture.  The photo contained two rows:  Top row left to right, Uncle Tom (died of cirrhosis of the liver). Next, Uncle Lawrence(shot down over the water between France and England during the big war and buried in France). Followed by Uncle Harry( the tallest brother and a comic- also died from cancer). Next shown, Grandfather(died of old age) and lastly my  Mother, Maribelle (passed away from brain cancer).  Bottom row - Aunt Irene( Have to check - she may have died of old age.).  Aunt Dorothy(Aunt Dot) (Died from Cancer).Followed by Grandma(died of old age). The last two, Aunt Frances(cancer) and Aunt Ruth(emphysema.)

My Father died when I was three of TB.  While I don't remember him I do remember we were living in a hotel and one night looked under the bed, and I saw leg braces.  He had polio.  I saw a letter he wrote my mother about his being in a foxhole(hospital bed) and that he was going to win the war(beat TB) and they would go and drink at their favorite pub.  It was 50 plus years before I realize what was missing from the letter.  No mention was made of me.  Don't know if this triggered her being an alcoholic or if she already was one.  I believe that, during the rest of my life living under her roof, she took care of me as it was her duty, but I never remember anything from the past that indicated she loved me.