At two and a half years old, my Grandmother and Grandfather on my Mothers side, started raising me as one of their own. At the time, they were also raising my sister which is six years older than myself. What is really remarkable about my Grandparents is, besides two being still-born, they had already raised thirteen of their own children. So you can say that they had plenty practice and experience. The reason they had me brought to them though is, I was only a couple of feet be-hide my cousin Ronnie, running with him to catch up with his mother, my Aunt Barbara, when a car sweep his life away right before my face. After the funeral, every time I asked for something to drink or eat, she would start crying, for she was heavy grieving the loss of her baby son, and I was almost the same age.
Children at that age, doesn’t understand life and death, the way an adult parent does. So I was asked to be sent to my carefree, and two younger Aunts, that was living in or around Dallas, Texas at the time. It could have been me too, that lost his life that day, if I would have been running right beside Ronnie, so off to Texas I went. My Two Aunts down there, their names is, Aunt Esther and Aunt Juanita decided to take me to the beach at the Gulf of Mexico, so that they could lay out, and, I could play and paddle along the bank on a small raft they had bought for me, it had a clear window right under the pillow part and, they said I could look for little fish by looking through the window and paddle my little legs to move around. I fell asleep and somehow the value came loose from its pushed in position, the tide had taken me way out pass the roped buoy, without enough air in the raft, it wrapped itself around me as I started to sink below the waves.
A few seconds later, the sand bottom meet my foot and I sprung straight up from the bottom and cleared the top of the waves, but the people were a whole lot smaller back on the shore, so I only had enough time to wave and hollered before going under again and again. Finally I spotted my Aunts upon the shore, in what seemed miles away. My Aunt came running toward me and started swimming, as fast as she could, till she finally reached my position. It took us a whole lot longer to get back to the shore than it did for her to get out there to me. Back in this little lagoon area, was a metal dock, surrounded with green algae growing. I’ll never forget it, because a girl pushed me off the dock into the green algae and I was covered with the green stuff. I had now ruined my Aunts day at sun-bathing on the beach and once back into the area of Dallas, my Aunts had called my Grand mother and told her about my two close calls with Death, and she order them to bring me to their two hundred area farm in south-eastern Kentucky.
Life on the farm, is a lot of work. I would sneak off almost daily, and deserved getting a lot of switching s, which was meant to control me from the dangers that exist within the wild, such as sink holes, cliffs popping up out of no were, which if not aware, I would have been a broken mass of mush, at the bottom of a cliffs, holes in the ground and etc…! My Grandparents kept me for seven years, before a neighbor’s son while siphoning gas out of his brand new Ford Tractor, left the holes in place, and they threw a light cigarette onto the ground before leaving in the car they had just put gas into. His Tractor burnt to the ground, and since I was the last one to be asked to leave, because they were going to a Revival meeting around Turkey Foot I think, Well, Willis automatically thought I was the one who burnt his Tractor, they held Grandma and Grandpa responsible, which I was a terrible liar, and they knew, I was telling the truth about coming straight home without touching his tractor, so they refuse and, Willis promised them that I would be found dead face down in a ditch.
I was nine and a half years old at the time. My whole time, whippings and all was on long experience of living in the closing thing to Heaven. My Grandparents held the family together, for every holiday, and the Love was a unity, like no other unity, I’ve seen upon Planet Earth since. All my life, I’ve looked for that Family feeling again, and since they passed on, our family has drifted so far apart, that I have seen Families of strangers, come closer together than, Families of the same bloodline and even those who live behind facade, for the sake of public appearance. Real families don’t have to put upon acts. Everything they do is out of a purity of Love, Respect, Honor and all things real. Their first duty is to the God of Gods, Their Second duty is to their self, and last but not least, their children and theirs, equal to knowing that through God, we all are Brothers and Sister, Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses. In their Hearts and Minds, their Love is pure as the Love we receive from the God of Gods and, the example of their lives, is the example that Gods Son Joshua has for us. Always willing to lay their lives down for Righteousness sake.
I wanted this for my family when I started one. I’ve seen a few families, but under the surface, one sees the truth as it is.