1972 going back to 1967…edited….

Yesterday was interesting…. no clue how this starts or ends, I just know I am along for the ride and what a ride it has been….

I always remembered the singing competition in Junior High in Big Springs and the field trip and the critique of my singing….

My next memory picks up and my mothers mother has died, a woman I knew nothing about, nor ever met… but my mother was beyond upset about the death of her mother that abandoned her??? Yep you got it, what I found out about mommy dearest and how she was really brought up and by who… well the facts speak different from her stories… it is amazing the people who reach out to me doing genealogy… they provide a wealth of information and a paper trail to back up their words… My mother, not so much… her words have been false since the day her mommy abandon her as a little girl and that was the beginning of mommy’s mental health issues and it took a twisted turn that she is still acting out today….

So mom being upset about her mom, that is when my memory started working again and by then… We had been vaccinated for our move to Japan and we had only been at Webb AFB less than a year… It’s expensive to move military and doing it, from Gunther AFB, to DaNang AFB to Webb AFB to Yokota AFB in less than 3 years… yep cover up and the military is very good at it…. Anyone with military knowledge knows this is not the normal time of transfer between assignments… In fact now a days, you probably will only get moved around a few times if you make a career out of it… Military people get what I am saying…. They don’t transfer you unless man power is the issue or a scandal has happened… I know, experienced it myself while active duty….

Enough back story…. let’s get back to the memories I drove Mike nuts about yesterday… so excited so much came back in sequential time and not out of frame of reality… Makes it easier to see the memories, if you can pin the time frame down and that is what I did yesterday… I took the chaos and kicked it out of the picture and put the puzzle together for 1967 before the brain injury by mommy and daddy to 1972 the last brain injury by daddy…

All this means… I remember… I remember before the brain injury in Texas and I remember all the injuries sustained from that time on… the chaos for this part of the journey is over….

I remember what I hoped to fully remember and remembered it correctly and not the versions my mother likes to give… for example… 

Mom loves to tell this story about how I would sneak back in the window in base housing at Naha, Okinawa… by now I am 17, the last blow to my head happened and daddy was told by mom, he shouldn’t have done that… hit me I mean… and that is when everything changed between me and mommy and daddy… just a fyi, the windows were not the kind you can crawl in… look at base housing picture for 1970 to 1972 of Naha AFB… they are online… just google it… anyway….

I never snuck in the window… I walked in the door… When dad struck me upside the head that summer, he was told straight up, and I quote myself… “Touch me again, and you will die”… and I turned and walked out the door and went to the bowling alley… read the blog, the story is in there…

So mom started the stories about me sneaking this or that, and those stories were never based on facts…

The facts were and are…

After I was hit the last time that summer, I did what I wanted and that meant coming and going as I pleased… I was still in high school and conformed to the rules and curfews set by the military police on base… but other than that, I made my own rules… besides if I had balls to take a shower on the back porch with a GI and mommy walked in it… yep you got it… she was no longer in control… but her lying mouth was….

I took my life back after that last blow the summer just before I turned 17 and I never gave it back to mommy or daddy… Now you get why mommy does not want me around… I always had edetic memory… 

I just had to remember…. and I have….

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I Remember…Margie….

FYI… being moms daughter, upper portion of this child was well endowed by the time we moved into NAHA housing an those tits were not going to let me crawl in any window… I tried it once an bruised them good enough not to try twice… but moms stories says I did it lots…. nope, just once, then Don knocked me upside the head andI turned the tables on them both… geeez so fun to remember getting even with them without raising my voice or my hand…. just used my brain…. lol