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Merry Christmas!

my last post was a Christmas present to me.

here is one for Ian, my son.

he was found by the Arabs who visited Springstone Hollow in the nineties. He would have been 3 years old. I dont know why he wouldn’t have crawled out of the playpen.

they all went over to the old buildings on the property that my mother and father were refurbishing by hand, they were in ruins. This was their project. Finally they moved in and sold off the modernized building; and stayed there until my mother’s death. Now, my father rents there.

So, back ti that day in 1996.

my father played “Fur Elise” by Beethoven on the Piano. Mrs. M., the older Arabic woman, said to me “we are sympatico” (about my parents.) It made me feel a little better.

but they realized it was all an act when I was talking to her on the payphone outside the Liz Claiborne shop at the Reading Vanity Fair Outlets in Reading–once a famous destination for shoppers from all over but taken over by Blacks at that time. I had been there to buy clothing for the trip a couple days before that.

so, I got really scared. And nothing consoled me. I had little faith at that time. I was all about the abortions. The younger Mrs. M. Had engaged me about the abortions, and women’s rights. She reached out to me about an abortion she had had over a health issue.

I realize today that they would have had all kinds of info about me and not to worry so much about how it went.

so, baby Ian got me back when they put me in a cab to the Port Authority to get back to Springstone Hollow. In PA.

After that we moved from Maryland to the Tampa Bay Area in Florida and for a few short months we had a real home in a small well designed apartment, where my mother my mother had no access.

but we had to move out for a job in Atlanta which didn’t pan out so we moved into a beach front apartment on Treasure Island that wasn’t safe and all but broke up.

my mother git her head in there and c onntinu33rd ti make it bad fir us out if jealousy fir

actually he turned down the job in Atlanta for a better job right in St. Pete.

instead we moved to a lovely 3 bedroom house in Seminole minutes from the beach.

we stayed for 13 years.

we spent most of that time contemplating divorce. Ian spent his time staying living.

my mother made it bad for us until the time of her death in 2020.

since then everything has been crazy but things are beginning to move along again.