| It Has Been A Rough Year |
I am adding this additional chapter to my introduction, because after I initially wrote the introduction, it was very difficult to come back to it and try to make sense of all that I have experienced through the various stages of my life and the trials that I have endured or overcome. I wish ...
| The Birth of Charles Leonard Wiggins |
The story has already been written for awhile on my blog "From the heart of Praise, Prayer and Perseverance. 0; Here is a link to that posting, Below are the pictures of the blessed event.
http://fromthehea rt-dotwigg.blogsp ot.com/2008/03/an other-2-prayer-re quest-answered.ht ml
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YVONNE's Story > Chapters > Grandma
| Date Range: 06/06/1978 To 12/31/1978 ||
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| | Living with our Grandmother was easy for me, at first. With all the "rules and regulation's" I thought it would be a walk in the park. I was real good at being quiet and staying absolutely still. I learned that from being in that apt on 125th St whenever my sister and I were left alone. I didn't want anyone knowing we were in there by ourselves. Damn, I coulda gotten a job in a wax museum. LOL! Anyway, that 1st day back in her home was like a breath of fresh air. just couldn't wait til she shut up and closed that room door so I could jump on that bed and think about how our lives were about to change. My sister kept on asking where our Mother was and if she was coming, I really hoped the hell not. I didn't want her coming there getting us kicked out and shit. I couldn't believe the closet space! My Grandmother already had coats and what not hung up in there. Joan Crawford would have been proud of her, there wasn't one wire hanger in that closet! In the dreser drawers were moth balls. They made the drawers seem fresh, but I had the unbelievable urge to bite into one of those moth balls. I never did though. I don't know why but I always kinda knew when things were dangerous even when they seemed completely harmless. I once played with mercury after I accidently broke a thermometer. I KNOW I have a guardian angel after not dying while playing with that mercury. It rolled around in my hand like quick silver. Why didn't it absorb into my hand or something? Hmm, I'll always wonder about that. Dinner was served every night at the same exact time. You came to the table dressed nicely and said your prayers. If you scraped the plate, you were a "heathen", If you coughed at the table , you were a "jezebel", If you talked with your mouth full, you were "no good", If you laughed at that table , you got the shit smacked outta you or you'd get popped in the mouth with a wound up dishrag made into a whip. For some unknown reason, I chose never to allow my Grandmother to KNOW that she had hurt me, so whenever we were getting one of our many ass-whippings I would whistle or hum a tune just to erk the hell outta her! LOL! Whistling in a black house was the worst thing you could do! They thought whistling brought badluck to your door, or an unwanted visitor. Yall know she accused me of having the "devil" in me right? LOL! sometimes I'd even laugh my ass off while she was whipping me. Yes that belt, or extension cord or broom stick hurt but I just couldn't let her see that. I felt that was giving her power over me. Once she accused me of breaking one of her 1000 figurines in the livingroom, (I didn't)I was in my room playing jacks when she bust in the room. I knew she was coming because she would always start yelling and threatening before she got to you, she started swinging the belt and not even asking questions, as she layed into my back with that belt I continued playing jacks and started humming a tune as she beat me. I think I hummed the tune from the Andy Griffin show. LOL! OOOHHH that pissed her OFF! But, she left me alone. She sure did! I think she felt " this lil bitch is crazy"! After she left the room , I cried. My sister would look at me like I was crazy too. She didn't have the strength I did. I used to try and tell her not to cry when she got in trouble but it wouldn't work. She always ran and hid. Once my Grandmother went to get the belt to whip my sister and my sister ran out of the room. I didn't know where she went but I felt a chuckle welling up in my stomach. I just couldn't understand why or where she was going. When my grandmother came back into the room, the puzzled look on her face made me bust out laughing! She looked at me with a mean look! I knew she was wondering where my sister went. She walked up and down the hallways, went in and out of the bedrooms, looked in closets and even opened the front door to see if she ran outside. After about a half hour I started to wonder where the hell she ran off to as well. I was like damn, what kind of hiding place did she find? My Grandmother walked back pass my bedroom and I heard her stop . Then there was silence. After about 5 mins. I heard the door to the hall closet creak open, then a scream! My sister climbed her lil ass up in that closet and hid for all that time. My Grandmother must have known she was up there because she hid right outside and waited for my sister to climb out. When she did, my grandmother snatched her ass. It surprised her so she screamed. Don't you know after all that, she didn't even get a whipping? Mmmm,Hmm, my Grandmother must've laughed at that one. LOL! I know I did. I wonder if that's why I'm a standup comedian today. I'm always finding "the funny" in some real bullsh**.