I need to stop worrying about what I write and just let it flow. When I read my first pathetic attempt to blog, I almost deleted it. I probably did actually. There was a time when I had a real life that I enjoyed. I was married for almost 20 years and can honestly say that it was the happiest time of my life. Well, for the longest block of time.
My parents were country gospel bluegrass musicians and were almost famous. Mama was a sharecropper's daughter from South Georgia with a dream. She wanted to get off the farm and never pick cotton, tobacco or velvet beans again. She had a great imagination and wrote amazing stories. She taught herself to play guitar and sing. Her older sisters moved to Florida and eventually the entire family. Mama landed a gig as the "token girl singer"with a countryband as "Miss Rita." It didn't happen that fast but I'm trying to hit the highlights here.
Daddy was from North Georgia and from what I hear, he started drinking shine when he was 12 years old. He worked for his Uncles in their grocery store and learned to be a butcher.Hedid a hitch in the Army when he was too young to join without my Grandfather's permission. It was that or jail the way Iheard it.
SeemsDaddy was driving and had acoupleof friends with him. They were all drunk and told Daddy to put the peddle to the floor. He did and had a head on collision with a Navy officer and his wife. One of Daddy's best friends and the Navy man's wife were killed.He didn't press charges but there was the matter of a fine. Since Daddy worked for his Uncles in their store cutting meat, they paid thefine but Daddy had to pay them back. So he went intothe Army.I think the fine was fifty dollars but back then, that was a fortune.
Shortly before WWII, he joined the Coast Guard. He met Mama at the VFW in Jacksonville, Florida. As the story goes, she was on stage singing and when Daddy saw her, it was love at first sight. He told his buddy that she was the woman he would marry. Mama would not go out with him because she'd already dated guys that expected her to give up music.
Daddy taught himself to play mandolin to get her attention. They got married and started singing and writing songs together. They were married almost 12 years before I was born.
Most of my early life was spentin a car.Daddy was market manager for A&Pso we moved from South Carolina to Georgia to Florida and back again whenever he got transferred. They made records and were onradio. That led to a gospelTV variety show,more gigs, etc. I learned at a very young age that the red light meant recording and to be quiet.
My brother is five years younger than I am and we've always been close. To say we grew up in confliction would be putting it mildly.Daddy could be the nicest most generous man and the world at times. Other times, he was a complete asshole. The man was an amazing enigma. He had charisma and knew how to use it.
Mama never seemed satisfied with our geographical location. We had what was perceived to be a good life and for the most part, it was great. Except for the times Daddy lost control and showed his ass. He verbally, emotionally and physically abused Mama.
I didn't know there was a limit to blog size. I wrote more but will have to try and remember it now. I did it to purge myself of what was in my head. ARGH!