There’s just something about the last day of the week that has always been special to me. As an adult, it meant the first day of two days off from work. It meant golf, doing household chores and family outings such as having friends over for grilling out. But, as a child, it had anContinue reading “Saturdays with Grandpa”
I hope you have enjoyed the Woolmarket series. What the Woolmarket series entailed was the time we lived in a place called Woolmarket, Mississippi. It is just north of Biloxi. Back in the late 50s, when we lived there, it was just a few houses, a general store and a meat market.
As that first summer in Woolmarket drew to a close, I was filled with apprehension about entering the second grade at Woolmarket Elementary School. Of course, being new to the area, I knew no one outside of my own family. Back in those days, school always began right around my birthday of September 6th. IContinue reading “Woolmarket: The School Year Begins”
In previous installments of this series, I have hinted about my disdain for our father. He was a disgusting and heartless individual. He ridiculed and mocked his own children. He was cruel, sadistic and a drunk. Those were his good qualities. His most dire quality was the fact he was a wife beater. I can’tContinue reading “Woolmarket: The Monster Within”
As the first summer in Woolmarket began to draw to a close, we received news in the form of a letter that we would be having a visitor from a faraway land. That far away land was a place called “California” (which might as well been the dark side of the moon as far asContinue reading “Woolmarket: The Visit from Aunt Gladys”