Passage: My Memoir

Louis Earl Hubbard

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Passage is about growing up as a boy and transitioning into manhood. Life is about going through trials and tribulations. Regardless of what happens in life you continue to move forward. Never looking back - despite the passage.

Sujets

• Biography
• Memoir
• Passage
• Against All Odds
• Autobiography

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 04 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665573481
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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PASSAGE: MY MEMOIR
 
Against All Odds
 
 
 
LOUIS EARL HUBBARD
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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© 2022 Louis Earl Hubbard. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse  10/27/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7347-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7348-1 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022919107
 
 
 
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Scriptures taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version©, NIV©. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.© Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide.
 
I dedicate this journey of my life to my lovely wife and daughter. I love you both, to the moon and back. Both of you are truly the GOAT—greatest of all times—and my rock.
PREFACE
We seldom get a chance or opportunity to reflect on our live and journeys. This is my memoir and story of growing up in the fifties, sixties, and seventies in a small town in East Texas, which is called Longview. Oftentimes, we do not realize just how blessed we are and have been, until we start looking back at the obstacles and challenges that we faced and conquered
I am blessed, and I thank God for giving me the time and mental ability to express myself through writing. I want to thank the many people who crossed my path and prayed for me when I was growing up. Growing up is difficult and challenging enough, and it is even more difficult when you are black, poor, and a male. Growing up surrounded by segregation, integration, and desegregation was enough to create a very tense and volatile environment for young people of all colors. My parents did a great job of not exposing us, as children, to the evils that existed during this time. Mother would always say, “I know that from time to time, children get off track. But the love and values that we have taught you will always get you back on track and head in the right direction.” One thing is for certain: God will prepare His children for unexpected challenges. Thanks to God and my family, church, friends, and education, I made it. To God be the glory. Amen!
Passage is about growing from a boy and to a man. Life is about going through trials and tribulations. Regardless of what happens in life, you continue to move forward. Never look back despite the passage.


Louis Earl Hubbard, was born on September 12, 1951, in east Texas. I was named after my two half-brothers. One brother was on my mother’s side, and one was on my father’s side. There were five children in my family—two sisters, two brothers, and me. At first, we had a very unique set of birthdays. Two children were born in September, and two were born in November. The youngest then came along and spoiled it. He was born in February. We loved him dearly, and he was a gift from heaven.
During my early years of school, we did not have a car, so we walked every day. Even on rainy days, we put on our raincoats and boots and took umbrellas. We made the journey to get our education. My father and mother couldn’t drive. My father enjoyed walking, and boy, could he cover some ground with his feet. He was always in good health because he walked everywhere he went.
We all were awarded perfect attendance each year for not missing a day of school. Our perfect attendance continued throughout all twelve years of our schooling. We knew that if we missed school for any reason, our day at home would be miserable. You had to stay in, and you couldn’t go anywhere. You were homebound, and that was boring. Needless to say, we went to school sick and loved it.
All of us were good students. My oldest sister was the smartest. She always made good grades—mostly As and very few Bs. My mother was very active in our education. She was elected PTA president at our elementary, middle, and high schools. Our elementary school was about four miles from home. Our junior high school, as it was called back then, was quite a distance, so we caught the bus at our elementary school. Walking to and from school was natural and fun. It was pretty exciting because we got a chance to walk with our friends.
Attending Sunday school and church every Sunday and sometimes during the week was a requirement at the Hubbard house. We attended a Baptist church, which was walking distance from where we lived. I was a jock and a good student. I was never a discipline problem. I played football in middle and high school and was a Pony League Baseball pitcher.
In high school, even though I had football practices during the season, I worked at a nearby department store for several hours. I was off on Fridays when we had football games. I had the opportunity to be a Cub Scout, Boy Scout, and Explorer. These organizations taught me self-discipline, toughness, respect, organization, time management, and leadership skills.
On weekends, I worked with my father. He was a World War II army veteran. He worked at the bank as a porter/custodian eight hours a day, Monday through Friday. My father was a provider and protector of the family. He had several jobs and worked seven days a week. He cleaned the local theater and several offices that after working at the bank.
My father’s work schedule started around 5:00 a.m., and his day would end around 9:00 p.m. or later. I would help him when school was out, on holidays, weekends, and during the summer. My father was very proud that he was able to provide for his wife and five children. My mother, affectionately named Bea, did not work. She was the glue that held our family together for years. We had a home-cooked dinner every evening and a special dinner on Sundays after church. My mother would bake cakes and pies, and everything was from scratch. My cooking skills come from her. Thanks, Mom!
My mother was an excellent cook. Whatever she cooked, we ate it, or we went to bed hungry. During dinner, if you left food on your plate, Mom would place it in the refrigerator, and you would see it the next time you declared that you were hungry. My parents did not believe in wasting food, and we would fix our own plates. My mother would tell us to take as much as we wanted, but we had to eat all that we took. My father called it chow time because he had been in the army. Many times, our eyes were bigger than our bellies. But we never went to bed hungry, and no food was ever wasted.
We also had our own garden in the backyard and raised chickens. Often, our meals came from the garden and chickens that we raised. I was chosen to wring the chickens’ necks and get them ready for dinner. I had to pull out the feathers and gut them. It was a valuable lesson.
Every year at the beginning of school, free lunch applications were sent out to all students. My father would tear them up, even though we qualified because of the amount of money my parents made. My father provided us with lunch money every week—lunch money for five children, five days a week. During that time, there was no such thing as reduced lunches.