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The Wicked Stepfather My Mother Married
Me, Kay, and Grandma
My mother was married to our father until they went their separate ways in 1956. My mother and father had five children between them, three girls and two boys, which were very young. My father had found another woman and decided to leave, and so he did leave with the other woman to live in California, and later Las Vegas, Nevada. My mother had various boyfriends up until 1968, when she met the man, who was to become her second husband and our stepfather. He was big, tall and he had dark hair. He was gruff. He seemed to be okay at first. My oldest sister, whose name is Kay said that he had been mean right at the beginning of his marriage to our mother. The stepfather's name was Barney, who is no longer living. My mother is no longer living, either. Our grandmother, Esther had died in 1968, when we were living in a small town, and then decided to move to a bigger town where there were more opportunities for work.
My mother and the stepfather wanted to move to his home town, which was not far away from where we were living. He and my mother had rented a big white house on a hill, which had many rooms. I really liked the house a lot. The house had many rooms, a big kitchen and everyone could have their own bedroom, which was nice. The house had a big attic, big enough to do cartwheels in. There was a fireplace in the living room, but it did not work, which was unfortunate. After the family moved in and got settled, everything seemed to be going okay for awhile. The stepfather, Barney seemed to be kind of ornery. He demanded things, for example: one of us girls doing the dishes, etc. He was not nice about it at all. Eventually he lost his job. He worked as an electrician for one of his brothers. His brother had laid him off.
Stepfather Not Working
The stepfather did try to find another job, but he was not successful. One early morning he had a phone call, which he thought it might be for a job, but my sister had answered the phone and whoever it was that talked to her must of said good bye and hung up, and the stepfather had a fit and yelled at my sister in a real nasty voice. My sister, then called up a good friend of hers and had him come and get her. She moved back to the town where we all lived before, and she got a job and went to the high school until she graduated. She disliked the stepfather for yelling at her. She was the middle sister. The oldest sister lived with us for awhile until she got married and had a little daughter, who was just born around the time.
The stepfather still could not find a job. My mother had a job working in a bakery, but she could not make enough to support the family and the house. It was difficult paying the bills, because he was not working, or supporting the family in anyway. His moods got darker and he was getting worse, meaner than before he lost his job.
Stepfather Getting Worse
Whenever my mother and I rode with him in an older car he had bought, he would be driving along, then all of a sudden he would slam on the brakes for no apparent reason. I was afraid to ride in the car with him. He seemed to be doing that whenever he drove. Something was wrong with him, but none of his family members would do anything about it. He had two or three brothers that lived in the area that must have known that there was something wrong with him.
My second oldest sister was living, working and going to school in the town where we had lived before. She was doing okay. She asked me to come live with her for awhile in the summer. So, I did for awhile. My mother and stepfather brought me to my sister's place. I remember one episode when I was sitting on a chair watching TV, and all of a sudden the stepfather charged me. My mother jumped up and got between him and I. She stopped him from attacking me. I was really scared. My mother decided it was time to go, so she and the stepfather left. My sister was real angry and yelled at him for attacking me as they were leaving. I only stayed with my sister a little while, then I went back to live with my mother and the stepfather.
My Sister's Friend's Dog
My older sister had a male friend, who had a cute little dog. The dog was staying with my sister in her apartment, but she could not have any pets, so the dog needed a place to live. My mother, stepfather and I were visiting my older sister, and she still had the dog, so the dog went home with me. The dog was not very big, it was a female and she was part poodle I think. Her name was Tuffy. Mom thought that she should have been called Tubby. She was a long haired dog and I think that she had dark spots. She was a real nice dog. She was the kind of dog that would attach herself to one person. Fortunately, she got attached to me right away. She was my best friend until she had to leave. My stepfather's sister and brother-in-law had to eventually take her to give to someone else, because we had to move from the big white house on the hill to an apartment. The dog did stay with us in the apartment for a while, though. I really missed her a lot. (The dog did not like the stepfather at all) More Later...
Dog Did Not Like Stepfather
The dog, Tuffy, came to live with us, which was good. She was a real nice dog. She would not have anything to do with the stepfather. I thought maybe she was afraid of him. He did not seem right, because there was something wrong with him. After the dog was taken by the stepfather's sister and brother-in-law, my mother and I left, too. The dog must have sensed that something was wrong with him. My mother and I moved in with friends of ours, and eventually he came, too. Later on, he left for good, and my mother got a divorce. He lived with one of his brothers somewhere, and we never saw him again. He ended up in a nursing home, dying from colon cancer.
He told me one time that he had been in the army. He was sterile and he had been diagnosed with dementia. I was thinking, maybe he had syphilis? Syphilis is known to cause sterility and insanity, if it is left untreated. I suppose there are other things that could cause sterility and insanity, besides syphilis. I do not know why the stepfather was sterile. He was treated for dementia, before moving in with his brother in a VA hospital.