...I am not sure what is compelling me to write these stories, I know I want my own kids to know them and so I am typing them here for now, and hopefully sometime I can get them together...my only wish in this, is that I truly wish I could remember in order of when they happened...but, if I can not even remember what I had for dinner some nights then these posts will just be as I remember- litt...le patches...
one Christmas, not sure how old I was, one of my sisters was in kindergarten at the time and my mom was always worried that "Penny," would let the cat out of the bag to her teacher just how poor we were...my mom had a big thing about not accepting charity, but to my way of thinking charities were not as prevelant then as they are now...so, Christmas came and my mom could only afford one gift and we all took a vote that it should go to "Penny," so when she went back to school she could take her gift to show and tell as would her classmates...and I remember not feeling jealous or anything like that...we all were glad that she could be so happy and us older ones always kept trying to show the little ones we were not as poor as we really were...so
Christmas Eve. that year, there was nothing in the house to eat at all...we had had our oatmeal for breakfast but, we at least wanted "Penny" to have something else...my dad was working at the tiime (so I am not sure why wwe were doing so poorly) went back at night to his job and a coworker had left 2 pieces of bread and a jar of sandwich spread in the frig...my dad took it home to "Penny." us older kids liked taking walks at night, cause we liked glancing in the windows with lights on and seeing just how normal people lived and so we did also this night while my dad was gone and we went by this house that had a huge orange tree in the front yard and just as we were passing the lady of the house came out to throw trash away and said, "Merry Christmas," to us but she must have seen something in us and I cannot remember how it came about, she let us pick some fruit...she offered us some cookies but knowing how my mom was about handouts, we had to refuse, even tho our stomachs were growling from hunger.....
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