Kennedy has died…

Margies next memories pick up in Montgomery, Alabama… dad is stationed at Gunter AFB… I do not have many memories, so we shall see what we trigger with telling her story…

We lived in a trailer park, ours was parked on the edge and we had a massive front yard… that dad was always fighting red ants for… We lived here for about 4 years I think…

This was the place we lived when John Kennedy died, I remember a girl at the school that was related to him…

We spent many hours digging caves, playing on the cement pylons of an old building that had been torn down…I also spent as much time at the swimming pool, even skipping lunch, just to stay out of the house…

I remember one time playing and did something that upset my sister, who ran to tell mom… Mom came back to the area us kids were playing, which was just kids playing… that was the first memory of betrayal by the sister that says we are so close… a closeness that was never real, but fabricated by her…

I remember one Halloween, when mother made all kinds of goodies, I think it was the last time she was able to give out home-made treats for that holiday…

By this time we are reaching the age of 12 and I started babysitting for a lady whose husband was in the Air Force… They asked for me to accompany them on their move to a coastal town where he would be stationed.. My parents let me go… it was the first rape of many to come before the age of 18, by men in the Air Force…

Upon returning home after the family came to get me… dad left for Vietnam… I do not remember his leaving, nor do I remember our selling the trailer and moving to Bonita, Louisiana…

I remember the house we lived in while dad was in Vietnam… I remember mom was gone frequently… I remember her cutting the grass and dancing as the mower ran over a king snake and sliced it into pieces…

I remember the gas station on the corner and the man who molested me… I remember the night it happened and I was sent to bed for some made up reason, because mom was going out… the story line was to church, but her boyfriend lived there… sister was on the couch watching TV, the sister that is 2 years younger than me… I came out of the room crying, having had a bad dream about the rape and molestation… all I got from my sister was “I am going to tell mom if you don’t go back to bed”… yes we were close this sister and I… as close as a mouse gets next to a rattle snake…

The next memory comes in of dad coming back from Vietnam early because supposedly mom was ill… when in fact she was pregnant with the youngest sister that was not my dads… DNA test will prove that, but not necessary, her unique blood type proved she was not his… A+ & O+ cannot produce and AB… chemistry 101…

I have no memory of the holidays or birthdays or my two brothers… no memories of them at all… nothing…

When dad walked in the door after Uncle had picked him up, he headed straight for the kitchen… I got on my bike and left the house… Mom was having a breakdown… I knew the real reason, she was afraid… 

I have no other memories until our move to Big Springs, Texas and the summer of 1967… The summer Margie died at the hands of her mother and father…

Times Up #MeToo

I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

Domestic violence, rape and assault are not new in America or the world... but it is accepted in the highest offices of our government in America... The catholic church, in congress and the white house... you can use and abuse people as long as you can make everyone believe the words coming out of your mouth.... My body shows the evidence of domestic violence and Air Force cover up... I am just one among millions whose government was complicit in rape and domestic violence... Until women step up and vote with their voice... Men in power, will protect men in power and do it in the name of your god and country.... Your voice, your vote...