I am sorry that I dredged up such painful memories. The closest I came is that Mom, separated from Dad, lived with her sister and husband. Hubbie didn't appreciate all of the people disturbing his life, Mom was pregnant, so Mom put sis and I up for adoption.
A nice lady, she had already adopted a boy (Rusty) wanted a daughter and my siste…
I am sorry that I dredged up such painful memories. The closest I came is that Mom, separated from Dad, lived with her sister and husband. Hubbie didn't appreciate all of the people disturbing his life, Mom was pregnant, so Mom put sis and I up for adoption.
A nice lady, she had already adopted a boy (Rusty) wanted a daughter and my sister was a cute little blonde. But the deal was I came with, because they wouldn't split us up, so I was a tag along after thought, still she treated us nice but after my sis was born, some lifted my mothers wallet on the subway, and she went to the police, told her story, and told her she should try to get in public housing.
She tried, but one child wasn't enough, so she clawed back Sis and I, which upset the nice lady we lived with,as she was promised she could adopt us.
Next stop a housing project where I learned the realities of life. And actually as I survived, I am grateful I learned so much more there than I would have in Beavers household
You are correct about Juvenile, injustice system, I skirted it. I would hide on Friday nights because a cop from the 21st Precinct would scoop me up and keep in jail, overnight "for my protection", but that is another story. .
That's terrible, William. This country has enough resources for families to be secure in basic necessities. No mother should fear not having what she needs for her children. It sounds like you have at least one story that needs telling.
Don't take this wrong. This was a different time, and all the resources we have now, did not exist, and there was no such thing as child protection services, and I am glad.
I have no regrets or druthers about anything. I like who I am, and where I am in life now, and everything that has gone before, everything that has happened to me, good and bad, are a stepping stone, and had it not been for the stones and my steps I wouldn't be where I am.
Now I can't say the same for the events of the last eight years., well the preceding four of the eight was an interregnum. I see a the ship of state sailing into a shitstorm.
I am sorry that I dredged up such painful memories. The closest I came is that Mom, separated from Dad, lived with her sister and husband. Hubbie didn't appreciate all of the people disturbing his life, Mom was pregnant, so Mom put sis and I up for adoption.
A nice lady, she had already adopted a boy (Rusty) wanted a daughter and my sister was a cute little blonde. But the deal was I came with, because they wouldn't split us up, so I was a tag along after thought, still she treated us nice but after my sis was born, some lifted my mothers wallet on the subway, and she went to the police, told her story, and told her she should try to get in public housing.
She tried, but one child wasn't enough, so she clawed back Sis and I, which upset the nice lady we lived with,as she was promised she could adopt us.
Next stop a housing project where I learned the realities of life. And actually as I survived, I am grateful I learned so much more there than I would have in Beavers household
You are correct about Juvenile, injustice system, I skirted it. I would hide on Friday nights because a cop from the 21st Precinct would scoop me up and keep in jail, overnight "for my protection", but that is another story. .
That's terrible, William. This country has enough resources for families to be secure in basic necessities. No mother should fear not having what she needs for her children. It sounds like you have at least one story that needs telling.
Don't take this wrong. This was a different time, and all the resources we have now, did not exist, and there was no such thing as child protection services, and I am glad.
I have no regrets or druthers about anything. I like who I am, and where I am in life now, and everything that has gone before, everything that has happened to me, good and bad, are a stepping stone, and had it not been for the stones and my steps I wouldn't be where I am.
Now I can't say the same for the events of the last eight years., well the preceding four of the eight was an interregnum. I see a the ship of state sailing into a shitstorm.