24 and the Unspoken Word

Ada Kinder

Description

Because this is a collection of letters, many of the conventions of narrative nonfiction writing do not apply. After all, the two principal characters were writing for one another, not for a general audience.
Understood within this context, the writing is strong. Both writers are insightful people with distinctive voices and rich emotional experiences, and readers will be glad to have this window into their lives.

Sujets

• Personal Memoirs
• Biography
• Letter
• Lesbian
• Autobiography
• LGBT
• 24

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• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 25 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781663246523
• Langue: English

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24 and the UNspoken word
Ada Kinder

 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4651-6 (sc)
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iUniverse rev. date: 01/09/2023

Contents
Ode to a Gym Teacher
My Story
Her Story

LES BIAN

I moved to Simi Valley in 1971.
I started a softball team for housewives through Parks & Recs. A chance for women to get out of the house once a week, have their husbands and children cheer them on while competing in softball. A young woman signed up through Park & Recs and was put onto my team. She had played in school and was a very good player. She played center field. I played left field. We became friends, and I would get a ride from her to our games. We quickly became close, and I fell in love! In December of 1976, she gave me a necklace for Christmas. Two love birds. She kissed me, but a week later she left for air force duty. After two years she wanted out of the air force. To get out of her commitment, she had to give them 5 years in the air national guard. We had 24 Years of love and happiness with family and friends. At the time, we did not know of anyone who stayed together for more than 5 years! My two kids learned about her through these letters and fell in love with her also.
This is a story told in love letters.
Enjoy!
Ode to a Gym Teacher

Original song by Meg Christian 1977
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along
Showed me being female ment
You still could be strong.
Then one day she cheated
I knew we would have to part
She will always be the player
On the ball field of my heart!
(Dedicated to my center fielder)


An African penny of two love birds was given to me by my center fielder on 12/25/76,
along with my first poem.
Love is Precious
In its own special way
Like flowers to a meadow
On a breezy spring day
Love is a hillside
You just want to climb
Knowing when you come down
You could return at any time
Love is ocean waters
Rushing to the shore
Only once will you see that perfect wave
Unique is never more
Love is a moment
Of feelings so fine,
Growing stronger and stronger
With the passing of time

Ada
I do not know how to make you believe or understand That I love you, I LOVE YOU! And although I am a very insecure person you hold my heart and soul in your hands. It feels warm and I know it is good!

January 3, 1977. Age 22 years old. My Center Fielder was among the first female squad of the US Airforce! Many people have come into and passed through my life. Of all those people, she is the one friend my heart would miss most!
My Story

When I was young, I knew I was UNwanted.
My mom was young. She married my father who was an American soldier. When she got to America, she was stuck away on a farm in Indiana, treated as a slave and she was UNhappy. She saw a life of freedom, so she went for it. She took only me and not my sister. She said she did not love my sister. (a dumb terrible excuse) After that I have some recall of many babysitters and a lot of hard knocks. Then my mom met my “Uncle Richard,” a wealthy man interested in a sex life on the side. (he was married) Uncle Richard did not like me being around. I must have cramped his style. I was only 5 years old when my mom was torn between me and a lifestyle she wanted. I was the center of it all. I could feel the rejection. I was talking on the outside but inside I was screaming for her to love and want me. Uncle Richard wanted my mom. I wanted my mom. I raised my hand to hit her, and she let me have it. The next thing I remember was being locked in a dark kitchen all by myself. My Mom and Uncle Richard were in the other room laughing, making love, and not giving a damn about me. Those sounds I will never forget. I lost the fight. The next day I was taken to Ramona Convent, a private girls boarding school. That was that. The only way I could be accepted into this private girls school was, my Uncle Richard said he was my dads’ brother and that he had promised him that he would take care of me. My mom rarely came to visit or take me home for a weekend. Do not get me wrong. I had everything Uncle Richards’ money could buy. The best clothes, all kinds of extra activities, anything I wanted I got. Everything except the most important thing money cannot buy, LOVE.
I was a poor little rich girl. I poured all my love into the things I did. I was the best at whatever I did. Piano, dancing, horseback riding, swimming, archery all sports, school, everything. I found, if I was the best, my mom would come and visit. Every other weekend I was supposed to go home. I would get a call from her (with a fake cough), I am sick and cannot come this weekend. I shut down. Made a life for myself consisting of “me myself and I” Time passed, and I was soon old enough to stay at home on my own while my mom worked. (a latch key child) I got out of Ramona Convent at the age of 15 and went to public school. Boy was I out of place! All the boys wanted me because I was the prettiest girl in school. Just another feather in their cap. I used my looks trying to find some kind of love. Needless to say, there was no love to be found. Two years went by and then came my first husband. He got me loaded and pregnant. He did not love me just loved getting high and sex. That did not last long because he did not love our child. Then came my second husband. I wanted to have a family life. A father who loved my child. Something I wanted however never achieved. I really tried to make this marriage work. I had a second child gave my all and received nothing in return. I kept on giving, thinking, someday “lightning would strike” and he would realize what I wanted and needed. The well was full of hope when I started. Everyone always takes and never puts back a drop. All the hope had been taken and the well was dry. My 30 th birthday was approaching. The realization of what I had done in my past and what I had to look forward to in the future, hit me hard. Was I happy doing what I was doing? Did I want to do this the rest of my life? I decided to start building a new life. I needed to get my high school diploma to start me on my way. I needed to find a job so I could support myself and my two children. Freedom was the key. Then “lightning did strike” My center fielder came along. A woman so full of love to give. Hurt once and scared. I wanted to hold her in my arms and make all the hurt go away. Show her a love she had never known before. The time was not right. I was married and she was leaving for the air force. I was going to wait till after she got out of the service, but things did not work out that way. Yes, I went out of my way for her for I needed love also. That special someone who could return what I had to give and fill that “well” once again. She did not only take, she returned also, and that was important. I did not put on an act with her. I told it like it was. This is my first and last time for love. I will not try again. They say, if at first you do not succeed, try try again. I just cannot. If this does not work, it is back to me, myself, and I forever. I told her once, “it is great you have your family to fall back on in times of trouble. That her family would always back her. That is nice. I do not have anyone to fall back on so I could not handle her rejection” No one is ever lonely if they have memories!
Her Story

My Center fielder was born in Long Island, New York. Her family moved to Simi Valley in 1965. She and her brother P--- where the middle children in their family of 8. They grew up together just 11 months apart and were the best of friends. They did everything together, and when P--- became interested in girls, so did my center fielder. My center fielder had foot surgery and was on crutches. Her first crush was accidently shot in the back by her brother and was also on crutches. They spent all their time together, in school, playing, just enjoying each other. One day my center fielder heard her friends’ mother state “if you keep hanging out with that girl you will become a Lesbian .” My center fielder had never heard that word before and tried to remember it on her way home. She could not remember the word that was used. Several months later, my center fielder overheard the family talking about her. They used that same word to describe my center fielder. This time she was able to remember the word and look it up in the dictionary.
The definition for LESBIA