Non fiction: Free Write

Posted: March 29, 2016 in Uncategorized

I love free-writes that get the blood pumping, the mind clicking that opens creative circuits, and I’m not getting graded for mis-spelled words or formatting. This free-write is about family.

When I was ten months old, my Daddy bought the farm next to my maternal grandparents and we settled there. His parents lived twenty miles across the state line, yet he chose to bring my fifteen-year-old mother back to what she needed–still a child, she needed her parents and it all worked out. She had her first child at seventeen and the last one at thirty-five.

But I never forget much, so my memories go back to learning to walk, and observe life, or rather older family members such as great aunts and uncles and I could fill books with growing up surrounded by a huge family and relatives that lived clustered off side roads and into the hills and higher levels from one main two-lane blacktop road.
To live within walking distance of your grandparents was like having two sets of parents. My son has one grandma, so he will never understand the bonds that exist between grandparents and grandchildren much like the bond of a parent. That makes me sad that we are all scattered, in present tense, from Alaska, to Texas, California, Arkansas, Mississippi, Tennessee, NC, and SC. Home is still home where I began, not where I reside in present tense.

That’s the best decision Daddy ever made since it gave my brothers and me a solid foundation which resulted in the best of abilities to live a normal, just about perfect childhood. Foundation you have in youth also makes you live longer as an adult, able to cope and so on. I loved home so much that every time I moved, such as finishing high school and moving 100 miles to Memphis, I stayed away about six months and moved back home–until I was in my twenties. Super little towns all clustered together like the heritage I came from.

I never understood why we were so poor when Daddy had a state job, but I figured it must have been because there were so many mouths to feed, bodies to clothe. Daddy paid cash for our house and land, but it was a small house with good ace rage for farming when he got home from work every day and weekends. Being poor is under-rated since we were happy and didn’t know another way of life and never had to do without sustenance or things we needed. Didn’t have a telephone till I was in middle school–didn’t matter.

Old people can be a real learning experience; I grew up and now consider myself old, as a baby boomer, so I think I’m safe to use a word that describes me, although my mother is in her eighties.

As I grew older, I learned, or rather figured out that Daddy was trying to make it up to my grandparents for marrying their daughter so young. Forgiveness was the reason and it backfired on Daddy because Grandpa comes from a lineage known for not forgetting or forgiving. He never forgave Daddy. To top it off, those two were Democrat (Daddy) and Republican (Grandpa).

I was a quiet kid who said little as a kid; I absorbed my world around me which was mostly nature and family.I suppose that’s the reason I’m still among the living, well that and my nine-lives. It amazes me of all the mischief and the chances I took at a young age and upward that I lived to tell about it. Then I grew old and totaled my son’s car on the way home from college about twenty miles away. I gripped the steering wheel, calm as can be and said out loud what I thought would be my last words, “Well, I guess this is it.” I’ve heard others say the same thing about being near death from an accident. Calm as a cucumber, for real. The mind knows when you’re in a bad situation and prepares you in a second’s notice.

When I write things like this, no one cares or believes me, but that’s okay since I am a fanatic about truth and silly little things in most categories imaginable. Most young people in this generation, related to me, anyway,including my son, don’t want to hear about heritage or where he or she came from, and have little time for “old” people, baby boomers.

I have five nieces and nephews and two great nephews and haven’t seen the youngest great nephew born in December. I’m not that close to any of my nieces and nephews except the sixteen-year-old one. She’s a tough one born with brains, good looks and a hard life after Mother got sick and she landed in the court system. Her mother, my sister will get custody back in a few months so we’re looking forward to that. Niece is going to be in the eleventh grade in the fall, on the Tennis team, and works after school. I call her the diamond of our family and that pretty much sums her up. Life isn’t easy for any teen as it was when I was one and actually picked cotton for one of my uncles.

This free-write means nothing to anyone but me, but that’s okay. Unlike the free-writes in college, it doesn’t have trolls, or haints in it and it’s not graded. Peace and be well.

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