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Gratitude!
I look at my kids every day and see how gorgeous they are. Sometimes I feel like crying as I see them laugh and joke with their friends. Tears of joy of course. I watch from the window as they play from morning to night with no worries in the world and then I think back and I feel even more grateful. See, I think back to my own childhood and how carefree I was. Even though we were dirt poor we never did without. At least not to the point that we noticed something was wrong. Every morning we'd have ONE soft boiled egg for breakfast. And for dinner we'd have beans.Our mother would draw our baths in a tin/bucket (the same one we used to wash our clothes) then boil water so that we'd be able to take warm baths in the winter. We'd walk accross the freeway to the other side of town every morning to make it to school. The freeway was very dangerous and I remember as a kid my sister Rocio was run over by a car once. The guy didn't have insurance. But he did have a big bag of apologetic candy. And that was enough for us. Most, if not all, of our clothes were hand me downs. I remember my mom telling me once about these ladies that would cross the border from San Diego into Tijuana with bags of clothes. That's when all the mothers in the neighborhood would run out and seek for the free handouts. I don't remember any of this, of course. My most fond memories of living in Tijuana are of my old friends and my brother and sister playing. All morning until the night. With no worries in the world. Luckily my mom and dad had higher aspirations for us. They struggled so that we could have a better life. So for Father's Day, I would like to tell my dad, whom abandoned us when I was a teenager and my little sisters were too little to understand.. Thank you dad. At least you did ONE thing right. You brought us into the United States so that we could have better opportunities. Happy Fathers Day!
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posted by
Hippiestixchick
on Jun 14, 2008 at 10:54 AM
wow..happy Father's day indeed! When I was a kid, we were often homeless without I or my siblings realizing. We just thought we were always on vacation in one campground or another :-) posted by
an1ok1joe
on Jun 15, 2008 at 01:13 AM
Twinkie, was your sister injured? Was she killed? I didn't hear that part of the story. posted by
twinkie
on Jun 15, 2008 at 11:48 AM
She's alive and thriving. I think she cracked a rib or something? But nothing major. posted by
an1ok1joe
on Jun 15, 2008 at 08:09 PM
good,,. you made it sound like,..sigh yeah she was hit and killed ,..then the guy gave us candy,..i was sitting there with my mouth open haha i knew there had to be nothing wrong with her but they way you wrote it,..she was ran over. whew well glad she's lives! posted by
Grampsdon
on Jun 15, 2008 at 09:42 PM
What a nice memory. I am thankful that my father and his siblings and parents didn't die of the flu on their trip across the Atlantic from Norway. They were made to stay on an island off the coast of Canada until it was certain they did not have flu or TB. But they survived that, and all the years in the Dakotas. I am so thankful for my family. I was contacted by all today, and one daughter came up and made peanut soup, which was something I had seen in a recipe book. Even my grandson Ben, in Chicago, called. I haven't heard his voice on the phone enough to even recognize him. We did visit him when he lived in Florida a year ago. The love is there among us all. Winters in Montana, as a kid, were cold, too. Acutally, they still are, but I am not there. My sisters and I had to share the Saturday night bathwater, as only a few inches in the tub could be heated in the wood stove at a time. But, love is there among us all. God bless families and love to you all. posted by
an1ok1joe
on Jun 16, 2008 at 01:25 AM
As Fathers Day 2008 comes to a close I'd just like to say thank you God. All good things come from you. As in fathers and son's I shared something so wonderful tonight about 20 minutes ago with my son. We watched the Meet the Press show together. As my father and I did when I was a kid. I grumbled about it back then I'm sure. Having only one TV and it was cutting in to Rocky and Bullwinkle on Sunday morning I'm sure. Now Zachary could have went in his room and watched something else. But he didn't. It was nice to have him here this weekend. I love him very much bet he , just like I was is MR. Talker. He will jaber on and on and on. I recall my Father always saying,..shhh be still,....be still. I do the same with him, But tonight he was watching the show and listening. He was also playing is PSP. But was still taking everything in. Thank You for this and my being able to understand it and take it all in and feel the moment. Lastly I'd like to say Thanks Tim,..and Thank You "Big Russ" If it wasn't for you,. we wouldn't have know a great man and father himself. posted by
Grampsdon
on Jun 16, 2008 at 06:23 PM
I have been trying to decide which one is you. Little or bigger? Left or right? posted by
twinkie
on Jun 16, 2008 at 06:43 PM
I'm the Asian looking one with the lighter colored dress. :) posted by
twinkie
on Jun 16, 2008 at 06:43 PM
thanks guys and gals for sharing your father's stories with me. I love 'em! posted by
Grampsdon
on Jun 17, 2008 at 06:01 PM
You were and are so cute!
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