The School From Hell
TRIGGER WARNING! This will be a difficult read for some people. Before I get to the main body of this post, I need to give some backstory. You’ll understand why in a few minutes. I was country, but not a backward hick. When my mother first left home and got out in the world, she realized she was a backward country hick. She was determined her children wouldn’t suffer this fate. So we traveled! We had little money, but we’d take our food, sleep in the car, visit tourist spots, and attend all kinds of events; anything with free or cheap admission. And we visited extended relatives who were scattered…
Barefoot Boy
Things were different in the 1960’s. I remember feeling so sorry for one boy. Maybe nowadays, teachers would look into the situation, but back then, as long as there were no obviously visible signs of abuse, they would look the other way. He came to school every day in the same clothes, with no shoes, even in the winter. Yes, it was in south Texas, but it did get really cold part of the winter, with frost on the ground, sometimes windy with sleet or freezing rain falling. Not good on bare feet. On those cold days, he wore a thin, threadbare windbreaker. It couldn’t have helped much with the…
That Time I Gave a Bully What For
This happened while we lived in Sugar Land. I was about 12 years old. First, I have to explain that I never played with the girls. All they wanted to do was play with dolls, or play jacks or jumprope or hopscotch. None of them were interested in climbing trees, or wading in the creek to catch frogs and crawdads. So I was one of the boys. Not just the boys in the neighborhood. Some of my male cousins, who were a few years older than me, lived close, so I was around them and their male friends a lot. The boys taught me everything from how to change oil…
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When my mother married Charles, my stepfather, he had grown up on a farm, and when he got old enough to work, he was a cowhand, had seldom been much further than from where he was born and raised, and didn’t know anything other than farm life. He and my mother were married only a couple years when she told him they had to get away from his parents, because they were controlling every aspect of our lives. My mother almost never put her foot down, but in that, she did. She was leaving and he could come with her or not. So we moved from north Texas to south…
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📜The Story of Joseph, Mary and Jesus📜
So many misconceptions about the Biblical accounts; mis-translations, legends springing up outside of anything found in the Gospels. So little knowledge the average person has of the Jewish culture of that time period during the Roman occupation. We have to start with Mary’s pregnancy. An unwed Jewish girl getting pregnant! The Sanhedrin would have been well within the law to sentence her to death, but since Joseph quickly married her, and since Joseph’s and Mary’s families were probably well thought of in the community, she was spared that fate. Poor Mary! Like girls of today, she had probably dreamed of the fine wedding she would have. She may have already…
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A while back, I read An Autobiography Of Buffalo Bill* Near the end was this: “I am and always have been a friend of the Indian. I have always sympathized with him in his struggle to hold the country that was his by right of birth”. I had to stop reading for a minute and calm my mind. After the almost 200 pages I just read? When he repeatedly referred to dead Indians as the only good kind? Then I read the next line. “But I have always held that in such a country as America, the march of civilization was inevitable, and that sooner or later the men who…
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Mrs. C’s Cat
I once had two neighbors, Mrs. C and Mrs. H. They lived across the street from each other and were best friends. They were always at each others’ house and often went shopping together. Mrs. C had a beloved cat she raised from a kitten. It was her constant companion and had made it well into it’s teens. One day the cat died. Mrs. C understandably was grief stricken. A couple days after the cat died, I was talking with Mrs. H. She was griping that Mrs. C. wouldn’t come out of her house to go shopping. Mrs. H said, “I don’t know why she won’t stop crying. It was…
Mrs. Henderson
I was a troubled child. Besides my dysfunctional home life, I was intellectually several grades ahead of my peers. I didn’t know how to interact with people and I didn’t fit in socially. From the beginning of my school life, I had regular counseling sessions. Every time I started going to a new school, it wouldn’t be more than a few weeks when I would be told that I would be seeing someone. Large schools would have counselors on the staff, and small schools would have visiting psychologists. Either way, it was so normal to my school life, that I never questioned it or thought it odd. I did get…
A Rustling of Thoughts
