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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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Date Range: 01/01/1978 To 01/31/1984   Comments: 4   Views: 6,879
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Well, the years seem to be flying by. I've excelled in school, being skipped and all, school seemed so easy, too easy. I use to do my friends homework because by the time they'd finish there would be like only 1 1/2 hours left to go outside and play. I met some friends in my building that I would play with daily. I'm not going to mention their names but I'll change them to "Ree" and "Tee". We all had alot in common. We had very strict parents who rarely would let us out. But when we did get out , boyyyyyyyyy, we did everything we could in those short hours we had to play! Lol! Our building stood 20 stories high, I lived on the fourth floor and they lived on the top floor. Many times when the elevator took too long to come I'd sprint up those steps straight to the 20th floor with no problem. Huh, let me try that bullshit today. I'd suffer a double massive heart attack on step 10. (that reminds me to workout today, i gotta lose about 100 lbs). Anyhoooo, "Ree" and "Tee" were real cool, they were sisters. We shared clothes and secrets. We went to different schools but made sure we met up everyday after school to share new crushes and of course, for me to do their homework. Every six months was a milestone for us. We thought we were grown as hell! Once our parents started letting us out for longer hours , especially during the summer months, we would sneak off and explore the hell outta Harlem and visit potential boyfriends. We'd never date boys from the neighborhood because our parents knew their parents. We didn't want nosy neighbors in our business going back and talking about which boy they saw so-in-so's child with. There was no way they were gonna tell my Grandmother shit about me! So, we walked uptown, downtown, across town, the East side, Spanish Harlem, Washington Heights, every-damn-where! If only I could have a dollar for every step we took back in those days. I would be a GAZILLIONAIRE! But we always made it back home before them streetlights would go out. There was no way my Grandmother or their parents was going to catch us trying to come in after those streetlights went out! Oh heeeel no! Maaaan I woulda ran the f'k away. See back in the hood that was how we knew what time it was. When them streetlights would go off kids from every corner of the hood would drop everything they had in  their hands (icecream cones, basketballs, jump ropes, boys and girls hands, batons, kerbangers, hoola-hoops, slinkys, rubiks cubes, jacks, paddle balls, etc..) and run the hell upstairs, and if you lived on a high floor there was no way you'd wait for the elevator! You ran your ass up them steps , down the hall and straight in that mutha f'kin house! We couldn't use the phone so we all would have to wait til the next day to speak to each other and plan our next adventure. Speaking of the phones, my Grandmother had put a lil teeni-weenie lock on the phone so we couldn't make any phone calls. The phones back then were rotary. What she didn't know was that we were still able to make calls. Uh huh. See, she put the lock on the number zero (0). LOL! So we were free to dial ALL the numbers on that phone. There were times when she'd come out of her room, hear us talking on the phone and ask how in the hell we got on there and we'd say "it rang". She'd look puzzled for a minute, check her lil lock and walk away. Mmm,hmm. We were slick as hell! LOL! Damn those were the fun years. I know yall probably wondering about my Mother right? Well, she as usual left. She would make an appearance once in a while but I was happy finally being stable. My sister still missed her alot though. I missed my Dad as well. My Grandmother managed to run him away. She was so greedy for money. I remember how she'd walk down to 125th street to his joband embarrass the hell outta him in front of all the customers in the store. I would feel so damn sorry for him. He would buy us what ever it was we needed because my Grandmother would spend the money on cheap stuff for us that didn't last. Every week she would take me and my sister down 125th to his job. What i started doing to help him was running ahead to see if he was in the store to warn him. His boss was a nice white man who seemed scared shitless of my Grandmother so he never said anything to her when she made all kinds of hell up in his store. I would look for my Daddy and tell him or his boss that my Grandmother was coming. My Daddy would run and hide and his boss would say he was at another store or off . I would skip my lil brown ass home, happy as hell that my Grandmother didn't get the chance to embarrass my hero. My Daddy was the bomb!  He was one of those tall , dark and handsome men that the women in Harlem fought over. He was also a gentle giant. I have his nose, his smile and eyes. He would buy me and my sister all kinds of things, all the while knowing that my sister wasn't even his. Yeah my Mother pulled an okey-doke and cheated on my Father. He knew it but never treated my sister any different, never. One day he had had enough of my Grandmothers bullshit. I remember him showing up at her door and demanding to see us. She was mean as hell and refused to let him see us. All because she wanted money. Damn she was so f'ing greedy! My Mother wasn't doing shit for us so I couldn't understand for the life of me why she was harrassing the shit out of the one who was. Do yall know what my Grandmother tried to do? She tried to throw hot ass grits on my Daddy! Yes she did. I couldn't believe it. My face was so hot with anger I couldn't see. I thought of so many ways to kill her ass. But I was only 10 at the time. That was the last day I saw my beautiful black Father. In a way I was happy and both sad. Happy because I knew my Grandmother wouldn't be able to bother him anymore. Sad because I wouldn't see him again, til I was 29! Wait til I tell yall about that reunion! So, until then, I played with my friends, met my first boyfriend, fell in love and planned what I thought would be my future. My friend "Tee" got pregnant by my boyfriends' cousin, she had the baby after hiding it for  5 months. I always felt she was lucky. She had a child that was going to love her back. Many teenagers today think like that, especially ones who have dysfunctional family's. I met my 1st boyfriend in JHS. He couldn't even speak english. He was from the Dominican Republic. His name was "C". I don't know how we communicated but we did. That story deserves a chapter by itself. Stay tuned yall........

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Kristina McIntosh said:
posted on Aug 05, 2008
you should write

You don't even need to write fiction, your life - no one could even make that stuff up :)

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Aug 2007
Gina Pertonelli said:
posted on Aug 05, 2008

your book would be awesome

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Apr 2008
posted on Aug 06, 2008
your comments

thanks for your comments. I write to heal and show others you can still turn out ok after shit has hit the fan.

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Victoria Backer said:
posted on Aug 07, 2008
You Rock

Yvonne, I always look forward to your stories. Thanks for sharing the great stories of a true survivor!