I remember sitting on a party table in the living room, with loud noises, adults laughing and voices heard within, I heard my mothers singing voice and my father playing his guitar... Other noises are distant and not remembered, but I was crying and the noise was overriding my cries! This memory was when I was just a baby in diapers and it could have been a dream, but I'm pretty sure it was a real moment. When I was somewhere between the ages 3-5 my mother left my father, I am one of 5 children between my mother and father and my father has 2 others with my mothers sister... My mother took us 5 kids and left with no money, no food, and nothing but hopes and dreams aside from all the fear and heart-break that she had encountered in her life with my father...
I remember a big yellow house with a beautiful porch that had hanging baskets all over and white trim on the windows. This place was scary for me as I walked in the door, because there were other woman and children in the same house with that same fear and heart-break in there eyes! As we walked through this house, there we 3-4 woman sitting at a big kitchen table that seemed to be awaiting for my mothers arrival. We walked into a room that had lots of fun toys and I remember my mother kneeling down on her knees and telling me "Kimberly, just sit here and play for a bit, mommy will be right back!" We had stayed at that house for awhile, but i am not real sure how long...But I do believe I remember my mother not getting along too well living there either as her and another adult would have words together that did not seem good! Through all this, I do not remember my siblings at all they could have been there with me? And I don't know where or what they were doing...
(Please take into consideration that a lot of these memories are quite blurry and non-remembering. But from the thoughts in my head these moments did happen...)
I remember living in another house on Brown Street in Union City, that was white, most of the time in the shade and had ugly carpeting, I wanna say was that god-awful orange shaggy carpet? I remember big black spiders that my mom was always killing and sitting on the porch taking tasteful and juicy bites out of watermelon and spitting them as far as I could! Of which my mother always thought of fun ways for me to relieve my boredom. I do remember my brothers and sister there, there were many times we would play in the yard with baseball bats and try to hit flying bats in the yard...I did have some friends in the neighborhood, though one of them is on my Facebook friends list and she remembers playing with me when I lived there! There was this one time in particular that I remember my mom hanging laundry on the line and I was on the other side of the house and she started to scream because she had been attacked by a stinky skunk! Oh and the time she was taking the garbage out and she cut her leg with some glass that was inside of the bag. Mom would take me to head start and stayed all day with me, because I was not participating in any activities... And those were my memories from that house.
Although it seems I do not remember much of my father during these two places, I do remember a time when my sister and I went to go see him when he lived in an apartment above the old French Creek Tavern, we went up the narrow stairs and he had a little place, kitchen table, sink, and fridge, he would not let us past the kitchen for some reason, but we just sat there and I do wanna say he was DRINKING....
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