Grams was a very loving woman, everything you’d want your Grams to be. My Pops was a Preacher in the local church, my Grams taught Sunday school. My mom lived on her own, she was working in another town. She met a man that looked identical to Martin Sheen. Could have been his twin brother. My Pops hated him. He didn’t want him around us or my mom. He may have looked like Martin Sheen, but he was the Devil in disguise. My mom married him in late 1963. Yes, I was still an infant. He moved us down to Southern California. The further away from the Grandparents, the better. He had work there and his Mom would be taking care of us. We all had his last name.
My brother had been abused many times before he had been taken out of the home and put into foster care. Even though he had spent recovery time in a hospital and was taken to foster care, he was the lucky one. He was going back to Grams and Pops. I got to stay, since I had no bruises and was not able to tell them anything that had been happening to me, I got to stay. My mom had another boy in 1966. He was named after his father and of course, he was the apple of his father eye.
The second most vivid memory as a child was in 1969. We had lived in a two bedroom, shotgun type home. At least that is what I would describe the upper level. When we got to the top of the stairs, we would walk into our kids’ room, then a bathroom and into our parent’s room. One night while I was sleeping, I had been awaken by a light sobbing. I got up and opened my closet door. My mom sat as still as she could, until she saw it was me. “Go back to bed, be very quiet.” I crawled back up into bed-a type of bunk bed and soon fell back asleep. I was awaken again when my Mom screamed, while running past me into her room. She had jumped out the window and onto her car, she then ran to the closest store and called the police. My (step) father came back thru and saw me sitting up. “Don’t say a word,” as a slid a handgun under my mattress. I’m not sure where he went, but at six years old, I knew not to say a word. I don’t know if I mentioned, that my Mom was six months pregnant with her fifth child, when she jumped.
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