Feb 08, 2009 18:24
For me, it was yet another relative dying. I lost my maternal grandmother, grandfather, favorite uncle and mother between 1961 and 1967 (age 7 to age 12). Every time it happened, my world got uprooted. Because of that, every time ANYone around me died for many years, I'd get upset, whether they were particularly close or not.
childhood fears,
writer's block
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But...besides Water Moccasins, I did have a fear-a fear of Dad's Temper. His yelling, fit throwing, hair-trigger temper...you learned to go around the house practically on tiptoe, but it rarely worked. I hated the Monthly Deacons meeting the worst. He was slamming things, grunting, yelling at the top of his lungs, losing his temper over the least little thing. It was a terribly tense time in the household.
No matter where we were, it was always a very anxious time....
Mother misses him. I don't
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Grasshoppers!
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