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The Uncle
Well, my great uncle lived in the back house behind grandma, and we (I) used to visit him. He gave us change, quarters, and sometimes he gave me a dollar bill. Sometimes he would make dinner and mom said I could eat there. It was fun, he had a feather bed too, or maybe it wasn't, but it was springy, lol Uncle used to help me with my homework, and test me on spelling and math allot when I was there. He was tough on me, drilling me till I got it right. Right here, I used to have the story about the uncle and how he molested me. I feel that details are not needed here. I stopped going to uncle's house much, if I did I would make excuses or call home for no reason, say bye, and tell him I had to go home. It got less and less I went to good OLE uncle's house, till finally I never even went in grandma's back yard anymore. I think I realized this was NOT RIGHT on my own and just stopped going there. You have to realize in the 50's children listened to elders, they did what the elders said, which most of the time was good things, but with my experience with elders, uncle and school, I didn't know what was right and what wasn't. I know that I had another uncle and he gave me ice cream, and played with us in his backyard, had cookouts, and all kinda fun and he never touched me. Uncle came calling at our house once in awhile. If he drove up and I was playing outside I made sure my girlfriend was with me, or sometimes I would hide till he left. I never told anyone about this, ever. I was sure I would be in big trouble for something I did. When I got older, like 16, it was then I realized I didn't do anything wrong, HE DID! I just wanted no more, to forget it, let it go, dead and buried, no more. Sometimes I have wonder if it would have been different in grade school if uncle and that catholic school never existed... |
