From Here to There

Veronica

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This book is about times and events in my life that I wanted to share with my readers.

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• Autobiography
• Biography

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 06 juillet 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665561211
• Langue: English

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FROM HERE TO THERE
 
 
 
 
 
 
VERONICA
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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© 2022 Veronica. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse  07/05/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6122-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6121-1 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022910370
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Introduction
 
Chapter 1       Looking Back On My Life
Chapter 2       Spending Time With Mom
Chapter 3       Food Was Good Back Then
Chapter 4       Moving Into Our New House
Chapter 5       My Dreams
Chapter 6       My High School Years
Chapter 7       Marrying Drake
Chapter 8       Losing My Brother Jerry
Chapter 9       Meeting Malcolm And All The Chaos I Went Through
Chapter 10     Meeting Earl While Working At Priestly Hospital
Chapter 11     Pace Meets Woodrow
Chapter 12     Delilah’s School Years
Chapter 13     Meeting My Best Friend
Chapter 14     Leaving Work Because Of My Back Gave Me Time With Mom
Chapter 15     Family Conversations And Remembering
Chapter 16     Family Transitions
Chapter 17     Going Back To Work At Jefferson Middle School
Chapter 18     Summer Is Over And My Guard Is Down Again
Chapter 19     The Year 2019
Chapter 20     I Am Really A Country Girl At Heart
INTRODUCTION
This book is about times and events in my life that I wanted to share with my readers.
My name is Veronica. I come from a family of twelve; six sisters and five brothers. My mother was the mother of fourteen. She raised all twelve of us to see adulthood. We were a close-knit family coming up. Over the years many things have changed but God is large and in charge. I am number eight in the bunch. My mom said I was the nosy one in the family because I was always asking questions why this is and why that. She sometimes just smiled and told me that there are things you do not need to know right now. I am the mother of one daughter, Delilah, and the proud grandmother of five grandchildren. I have three granddaughters April, Shannon, and Anastasia. My two grandsons are Princeton and Sloan. I cannot leave my son-n-law Maximillian out whom I love like my own son.
CHAPTER
1
LOOKING BACK ON MY LIFE
I am looking back to the age of five walking down the hall in the house where we use to live. This house was an apartment house that had a long hallway that separated the two living spaces. We lived in the apartment to the right and our neighbors, the Hills, who was also our cousins lived in the one to our left. There was the mother, Ms. Hattie, and she had seven children. There was four boys Ben, Ron, Jim, and Will. The three girls were Faye, Betty, and Sally. There were three other girls that lived out of state. There was always something going on in that two-part apartment We were always into it about something. There was twelve of us, so we were the larger family and I often look back with a question in my mind of how did we all stay in that tiny space? My mom and stepdad were Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. The six sisters were Wilma, Stella, Bell, Millie, Clara, and Asley. Wilma was the oldest, then Stella, Bell, Millie, Clara, and Ashley were the baby. The five boys were Pete, Jerry, Russel, Jack, and Walter. Pete was the oldest, then Jerry, Russel, Jack, and Walter was the baby boy. There was a long porch that reached from one side of the apartment house to the other. We loved to sit on that porch and watch the rain on rainy days. We had good neighbors, of course, that was back when you did not have to lock your door. When the whole village raised the children. The days when everyone showed love to everyone and everyone visited each other, laugh, and talk and had a good time. All the children would get together and play all day long. I never remembered a disagreement between neighbors back then. You could just feel the love. What happened to those days?
There was a store down the street that we use to go to. The lady that owned the store was Ms. German. We spent so much money at that store; we were always there. Ms. German had a dog she kept behind the counter that got out sometimes. I was so afraid of that dog. I did not know what kind of dog he was as a little girl but looking back I know he was a bulldog. He was so big to me! There was a neighbor down the street that had a dog that like to run you. This lady’s name was Ms. Ruth Long, and her dogs named was Bootsy. She was always out walking her dog.
The neighbors that lived next door to us became good friends with my mom and stepdad. Let me explain why I keep saying stepdad. My mom was married twice. My mom had eight children by my dad and four by my stepdad. I am the eighth child, my dad’s baby. My mom said my stepdaddy raised me from six months old. Now, back to our next-door neighbor. My sister Bell and I was so much of a tom-boy that we played marbles with the boys in the neighborhood. The boys always stayed mad with us because we would win all their marbles. Bruce liked to shoot marbles and we stayed in his yard all the time. Like I said before our parents had become good friends. His parents were Bruce and Marilyn Jones. I believe Mr. Jones was a taxi driver. Mrs. Marilyn stayed home. My mom and stepdad worked but I can not remember them not working. I remember the day that Bruce bit my sister Bell on her lips. She came in the house hollering and screaming like crazy. My mom asked her what happened, and she said she did not know. Mom said well he had to have his lips on your lips for him to bite you. Life on Field Street was very memorable. Mr. Bruce and Mrs. Marilyn had daughters as well; one of them was named Jackie. I never knew of any other brothers.
There was Ms. Raye and her son Ryan. They were noticeably quiet people. I can count on my hand the times I saw either of them. They did not sit out or talk to anybody. I could often remember the times I could see them watching tv in their house. I never saw anybody that came to visit or anything. Looking back, they acted as if they were hiding something like a witness protection program or something. All I know they were very unusual people. However, the times that I did see them they would always speak when I spoke to them.
Mr. and Mrs. Green was also neighbors of ours. They sat on the porch all the time. Mrs. Green was always home, but Mr. Green would always go to town. He scooted around on his hands. He had a special device that he used to protect his knees or bottom. He did not let being disabled stop him. He sold stuff downtown on the streets. I think one of them was peanuts. They were nice people, never heard anything about them after we moved.
There was Ms. Maude, here daughter and two sons. The sons were Don, John, and Robin her daughter. They were also quiet people. I never saw any of them until they were leaving home. They always walked pass the house and were friendly people too. Years after moving off that street I ended up working in the school system with John.
Then there was Mr. Johnson. He had his picks and chooses. My brother worked in his yard for him. That was the first time I heard the word ‘color struck.’ One day my brother Russel was stung by some wasps. Russel was darker skin than my brother Jerry. Mom said Mr. Johnson was color struck because he laughed at Russel and told him the reason he was stung was because the wasp could not see Jerry in the day light. Mom said he said, “get him, a black rascal!’ He did not want Russel to come in the house but would let Jerry in. My mom stopped them both from going to his house. I think I would have done the same thing. You did not mistreat my mom’s children. There was a café downtown named ‘Johnson.’ I wonder if he owned it. I never heard anything else about him.
Ms. Mildred and her daughters, Pam and Lela stayed around the corner. That was the first time I heard my mom and stepfather have cross words. My mom and Ms. Mildred had it out too. I remember my mom saying something about Ms. Mildred was always in my stepdad’s face. My stepdad was just sitting there looking at my mom. He got so quiet after a while. Mom was talking about going around the corner whipping this lady’s butt. Whatever was going on it soon smoothed over. I never saw them over on our street again, so I did not know much about them. We managed to stay connected over the years on Facebook. We also would see each other from time to time. My mom was a beautiful person inside and out. Everybody loved her; they called her Sweetie. So, what ever happened in this situation must have really been something.
Ms. Betty and Ms. Nancy stayed in the alley behind our house. They were sisters and both had blue hair and blue eyes. I was so afraid of them. I thought they were witches. I found out later that they sold moonshine. There was always a lot of people going down that alley. I do not know if they ever got any sleep.
Ms. Margaret lived next door to the left of us. She took care of all her grand