The Never Starting Story
Viewing comments for Chapter 9 "Dude! Your Mom's Crazy."A collection of things that fit nowhere else.
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Comment from I am Cat
Wow... so did your father just never even LOOK for you? Couldn't he have found you easily? I mean, sooner or later, there had to be hide and hair found... I mean, it's not like you weren't traveling with an entourage! right?
This is fascinating. Really... wow. And so matter of fact.
It is what it is. So, here it is. ;)
Some commas missing, go figure. I've put them in below... (if you care) also,
the poem about the sand castles, the background you've chosen (I think) is the reason that the bottom half of letters which have 'dangles', like y's and g's.... are missing. ;)
I enjoyed this...
moving on. ;)
I remember only wom(e)n around me.
Decades later, I would be sho(wn) pictures that had been saved, over the years, of the little boy, that no one ever forgot.
In every single one of them, I was in someone's arms. (I love this)
reflect, when I was not asking you to[o]
I was only seeking the ocean(')s bottom (I'm not sure if you're editing these poems since they were written years ago?)
There are some facts that I have discovered over the years that shed little(,) if any(,) light.
My mother insisted on being called Joann as she said "mom" or "mother" made her feel old. I never called her mother or any form of that word one time in my whole life. I referred to her as my mother. I introduced her as my mother. I called her Joann.
(odd, the things some mothers do...)
It was clear to me from my earliest memory that she was not the norm as far as mothers(,) or simply people(,) went.
She was the ruler of the family(,) uncontested(,) and my mother was her unruly(,) and often out of control(,) parrot.
Bobo would tell me something(,) then Joann would repeat it with over the top emphasis. It ranged from highly amusing(,) to irritating(,) to dangerous.
Fortunately(,) I was just faster than both of them.
People wonder to this day why I am so slow to react in anger to a situation. Well, to be honest, most situations look pretty tame to me. (sad... for me, if someone yells at me, I"ll react one of two ways: I'll either get right back in their face (usually only if they are strangers), or I'll cry (usually only if they are someone I love) Funny how we all react differently.
My mother was treated with electric shock and it was(,) to be honest(,) rather effective.
(sadly, it's quite effective but fucks with your memory i'm told. Luckily, i've never had to resort to such)
(in the poem, Building Sand Castles, the bottom half of all the letters are missing... )
I was in charge. I grew to be used to it. But, there is a part of me that responds so gratefully to a loving touch and a little care. Just a little. Just once in a while. (((((((hugs)))))))
I hope you get the TLC you deserve?
I hope so.
reply by the author on 13-Nov-2015
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Wow... so did your father just never even LOOK for you? Couldn't he have found you easily? I mean, sooner or later, there had to be hide and hair found... I mean, it's not like you weren't traveling with an entourage! right?
This is fascinating. Really... wow. And so matter of fact.
It is what it is. So, here it is. ;)
Some commas missing, go figure. I've put them in below... (if you care) also,
the poem about the sand castles, the background you've chosen (I think) is the reason that the bottom half of letters which have 'dangles', like y's and g's.... are missing. ;)
I enjoyed this...
moving on. ;)
I remember only wom(e)n around me.
Decades later, I would be sho(wn) pictures that had been saved, over the years, of the little boy, that no one ever forgot.
In every single one of them, I was in someone's arms. (I love this)
reflect, when I was not asking you to[o]
I was only seeking the ocean(')s bottom (I'm not sure if you're editing these poems since they were written years ago?)
There are some facts that I have discovered over the years that shed little(,) if any(,) light.
My mother insisted on being called Joann as she said "mom" or "mother" made her feel old. I never called her mother or any form of that word one time in my whole life. I referred to her as my mother. I introduced her as my mother. I called her Joann.
(odd, the things some mothers do...)
It was clear to me from my earliest memory that she was not the norm as far as mothers(,) or simply people(,) went.
She was the ruler of the family(,) uncontested(,) and my mother was her unruly(,) and often out of control(,) parrot.
Bobo would tell me something(,) then Joann would repeat it with over the top emphasis. It ranged from highly amusing(,) to irritating(,) to dangerous.
Fortunately(,) I was just faster than both of them.
People wonder to this day why I am so slow to react in anger to a situation. Well, to be honest, most situations look pretty tame to me. (sad... for me, if someone yells at me, I"ll react one of two ways: I'll either get right back in their face (usually only if they are strangers), or I'll cry (usually only if they are someone I love) Funny how we all react differently.
My mother was treated with electric shock and it was(,) to be honest(,) rather effective.
(sadly, it's quite effective but fucks with your memory i'm told. Luckily, i've never had to resort to such)
(in the poem, Building Sand Castles, the bottom half of all the letters are missing... )
I was in charge. I grew to be used to it. But, there is a part of me that responds so gratefully to a loving touch and a little care. Just a little. Just once in a while. (((((((hugs)))))))
I hope you get the TLC you deserve?
I hope so.
Comment Written 13-Nov-2015
reply by the author on 13-Nov-2015
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All of this punctuation should be on me. I've learned it since I wrote this. I LOVE that you're making it easy for me, but you're time is worth more. Please mention it though, and then I'll make it a point to fix it. It shouldn't be sitting around like this in the first place, but I wrote an insane amount of words the last year and a half.
My father did look for me, but my mother hid that fact from me and thwarted him at every turn. Successfully too, I never met him.
Yes, shock messes with memory. It does slowly return though. My mom was remembering things from her school days as she became older and older, very strange.
I think I fixed the poem. It didn't read that way on my screen, but I re-did the font and color and size, so...
Thanks. :)) mikey
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you're welcome. ;)
Comment from Sankey
Sad, but interesting. I have always known little kids have things figured out long before the adults do.
I see some compariso0ns in your story to the Movie "My Girl 1. Where Veda charges her school mates a nickel to tour the Funeral Home. The main attraction is a body in a casket waiting for a funeral service and also her Grandma who is so old and just sits in her rocking chair looking dead. But then she starts rocking and it freaks the kids out. Would love to talk olive with ya one day. I don't suppose you use Skype? Some Spags for ya.
I remember only woma(e)n around me.
would be shone (shown)pictures
reply by the author on 03-Nov-2013
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Sad, but interesting. I have always known little kids have things figured out long before the adults do.
I see some compariso0ns in your story to the Movie "My Girl 1. Where Veda charges her school mates a nickel to tour the Funeral Home. The main attraction is a body in a casket waiting for a funeral service and also her Grandma who is so old and just sits in her rocking chair looking dead. But then she starts rocking and it freaks the kids out. Would love to talk olive with ya one day. I don't suppose you use Skype? Some Spags for ya.
I remember only woma(e)n around me.
would be shone (shown)pictures
Comment Written 03-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 03-Nov-2013
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No, no Skype. Lucky it turns on. hahaha. I remember the movie. Funny scene. I tell parents all the time that their kids know and that they aren't fooling them. Don't they remember? mikey
Comment from Spitfire
I'm guessing your father took care of you for the two years after your birth when your mother went to the asylum. SHe took you back when she got out. It's good that you weren't embarassed to bring your friends home and that you know she loved you. I see where your poetry echoes the soul within.
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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I'm guessing your father took care of you for the two years after your birth when your mother went to the asylum. SHe took you back when she got out. It's good that you weren't embarassed to bring your friends home and that you know she loved you. I see where your poetry echoes the soul within.
Comment Written 02-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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Actually I think it was mainly his sisters. He was in the air force in Korea so they tell me. Yeah, I never cared what anyone thought. ha! A good thing! I am glad you like the poetry. I don't remember a lot of it. I am surprised that some of it is pretty good. Like someone else wrote it almost. mikey
Comment from l.raven
OMG Michael, That is quite a life you hard...But it is good that in your heart you knew your mother loved you...I love the poems and the story is very well told....Luff Linda xxoo
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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OMG Michael, That is quite a life you hard...But it is good that in your heart you knew your mother loved you...I love the poems and the story is very well told....Luff Linda xxoo
Comment Written 01-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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Glad you are enjoying it. Fun to write. I like the poems too. I don't remember writing some of them so, it is almost like someone else did. Thank you, mikey
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You doing great...loving them...Luff xxoo
Comment from Phyllis Stewart
This was fascinating and well written. You avoided the pitfall of many writers and gave just enough detail, without getting carried away with examples.
most situations look pretty tame to me. << I can imagine.
I lovvve that second poem in red. Humans are so arrogant, but we are, as you say, merely at play our sandbox.
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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This was fascinating and well written. You avoided the pitfall of many writers and gave just enough detail, without getting carried away with examples.
most situations look pretty tame to me. << I can imagine.
I lovvve that second poem in red. Humans are so arrogant, but we are, as you say, merely at play our sandbox.
Comment Written 01-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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Thank you. It is quite difficult to hold back and I have that very thing in mind constantly. My own wife tells me I am wordy. hahaha. So, I know I can be. I am so pleased with your encouraging comments. The little poem is one I don't recall from my teen years. I ran across it and thought it was pretty good as well. Thank you very much, mikey
Comment from ravenblack
That is one hell of a life story. Did your dad and his family ever try to find out what happened to you? You were truly an "it takes a village " kid, the king of the carnival. Your prose is really striking.
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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That is one hell of a life story. Did your dad and his family ever try to find out what happened to you? You were truly an "it takes a village " kid, the king of the carnival. Your prose is really striking.
Comment Written 01-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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They made an effort I found out later. My mom stayed in touch a little with one of the aunts. That's how I found them. The aunt was on a list of people to call when my mom died. A trip. It all seemed normal to me. ha! mikey
Comment from cinderbella
I gotta stop giving you so many sixes but I just can't help it. lol You brought back so much of my own childhood because, unlike you, I didn't remember much, I don't ever remember being held in my mother's arms. That's why I wondered if it was all because I spent my first two months without her.
I can understand your mother kidnapping you. Like you said, she loved you. Of that, you are sure. My kids (women now) would tell you the same thing, I loved them, no matter what. And I would have kidnapped them, no question.
I remember when I told my daughters I was starting AA. They were 12 and 14. The oldest one drawled, "Oh great, so I've got an alcoholic for a mother and an idiot for a father." lol But she had that right.
I loved that poem "Building Sand Castles".. yeah, we people sure are arrogant aren't we? Loved it Mikey. Keep writing. :) Sandra
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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I gotta stop giving you so many sixes but I just can't help it. lol You brought back so much of my own childhood because, unlike you, I didn't remember much, I don't ever remember being held in my mother's arms. That's why I wondered if it was all because I spent my first two months without her.
I can understand your mother kidnapping you. Like you said, she loved you. Of that, you are sure. My kids (women now) would tell you the same thing, I loved them, no matter what. And I would have kidnapped them, no question.
I remember when I told my daughters I was starting AA. They were 12 and 14. The oldest one drawled, "Oh great, so I've got an alcoholic for a mother and an idiot for a father." lol But she had that right.
I loved that poem "Building Sand Castles".. yeah, we people sure are arrogant aren't we? Loved it Mikey. Keep writing. :) Sandra
Comment Written 01-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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I love that comment "An alcoholic mom and an idiot father." I recognize that sense of humor. just like me. ha! The humor of a smart kid that gets it and knows what is really important. I used to joke about my mom all the time. Love does trump everything. Love your review and especially your insights. It is nice that someone is on the same page. So very much appreciated! mikey
Comment from Sasha
I love this just as you are writing it. This is really great stuff (sorry but I do love that word). I'd say more but I have a party to go to and will review your other post when I get back. Excellent work with this chapter. I wouldn't change anything.
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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I love this just as you are writing it. This is really great stuff (sorry but I do love that word). I'd say more but I have a party to go to and will review your other post when I get back. Excellent work with this chapter. I wouldn't change anything.
Comment Written 01-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 02-Nov-2013
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Glad you are enjoying this, I am too. Stuff is a great word. Have fun at your party. I didn't know we were allowed to do things other than this. hahaha. mikey
Comment from pattipac
Michael, your autobiography is told with an assurance and calm that you learned, due to circumstances beyond your control, at and early age. We can't pick our parents, but we can control the affect-both good and bad- they have upon us. You are a testament to that.
reply by the author on 01-Nov-2013
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Michael, your autobiography is told with an assurance and calm that you learned, due to circumstances beyond your control, at and early age. We can't pick our parents, but we can control the affect-both good and bad- they have upon us. You are a testament to that.
Comment Written 01-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 01-Nov-2013
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How very lovely of you to say so. Thank you. This is actually fun to write. And not to difficult. No research! mikey
Comment from nancy_e_davis
You had a very unusual childhood that's for sure Michael.
I had a Girlfriend that my little niece called Bobo because she couldn't say Phyllis! Was your grandmother a Phyllis? LOL I remeber a few things when I was a toddler so I believe what you are saying. This was interesting. Nancy
reply by the author on 01-Nov-2013
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You had a very unusual childhood that's for sure Michael.
I had a Girlfriend that my little niece called Bobo because she couldn't say Phyllis! Was your grandmother a Phyllis? LOL I remeber a few things when I was a toddler so I believe what you are saying. This was interesting. Nancy
Comment Written 01-Nov-2013
reply by the author on 01-Nov-2013
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No, she was Pauline. Bobo just has a fun ring for a kid. Funny for a grown up to call someone that though I suppose. Never gave it a thought. ha! Glad you enjoyed, mikey
