Time for Memory Lane - Chapter 13
Time for Memory Lane Chapter 13
Richard had married the woman from North Carolina and now they were separated. At this time, I did not want to know all the negative information surrounding their relationship.
I wanted Richard to understand the reasons behind my decision not to be with him when Leigh was in the first grade. I emailed him on my birthday.
"Remember our meeting in Macon? Leigh was only six years old and I was raising her alone, with the complete responsibility of her care. I had gone back to work with State Insurance and the quotas for weekly sales had been increased. I simply could not handle the burning blaze of a renewed affair with you.
If I had kissed you, I would have been totally lost within the magic of our deep feelings. It would not have been fair to Leigh.
Over the years there has been such an existing connection between us...even when you are with other women. I can not turn it off. I have never wanted to completely lose contact with you.
Within myself I compare us to the two faces on a golden coin: one on each side. We are always together, but never together."
Richard wrote back,"Thank you for telling me. I do appreciate your words. You have such a good heart and mind. I would love for us to share a glass of wine, dinner and a long conversation. Tell me about your life before we met, before you became a mother."
It was the night after my birthday dinner with some friends; I was getting older in age, but my mind and body felt fine.
I started writing to Richard about my life.
"The best place to start is the beginning. I was born to a mother who wanted me very much; if Dad did, he never showed it. This may have been because he was an alcoholic during the years I lived at home.
At age twenty-nine he joined the United States Navy, two days after Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941. Mother always reminded the family that I took my first steps on that infamous day.
We moved to Staten Island, New York, while dad was in training at the Brooklyn Naval Yard.
In the early 1940's, it was an overnight trip by train from where we lived in the South. Although I was very young, I remember riding the train and sleeping in the top berth; mother was in the berth just below me.
We rented a room with a Polish lady in a three story house on Staten Island. The radiators did not heat the bedroom very well and I had to "dress" under the covers.
The snow covered the ground during the winter months while we lived there. When dad was shipped to the Pacific, we moved back in with mom's parent's in Savannah for a short time.
Mother decided to visit her cousins in Tampa, Florida where she secured a job at MacDill Air Force Base. I enjoyed the beach and the warm waters of Tampa Bay. We stayed there until my mom's dear mother died unexpectedly from a heart attack.
We stayed with Grandaddy in a run down old store building, which had been a busy "country store" in the late thirties. He developed throat cancer and died when I was about four years old. My mother cried much of the time.She was in her thirties when both of her parents died and her husband was "gone to war".
I was mother's "big girl" who tried never to cause her any reason to be sad. This became part of my personality most all of my life. "If I can't help you, I won't hurt you" became my life motto. I would suffer myself, often without realizing it, without saying anything that would upset anyone. Mother reinforced that behavior by telling me that I never caused her any problems".
CONTINUED in CHAPTER 14