Tags » The Formative Years

The horror of school

School was a nightmare for me, what I do remember is rarely pleasant.

Primary school wasn’t too bad. There were 3 of us who were so small that our uniforms had to be made for us. 471 more words

Working Mom

Life begins

Life began in 1967 when my parents *Emmanuel and *Ellen had me. We lived in an apartment in Johannesburg.

I remember my mother telling me that they weren’t sure if they had the money to bring me home from the maternity hospital and that my first bed was a dresser drawer. 211 more words


Fountain Creek - Cyndy's memories

We were walking along Fountain Creek on the path.  Mike has stolen some cigarettes from mom or dad.  I don’t know which one.  I was in 4th grade, it was fall.  240 more words


Relatives aren't always family

There are a few companies that are doing DNA testing and I’ve thought about spending the money.  I haven’t because….this post isn’t about that.  Let’s get back to what this post is actually about. 194 more words

Who I Am Now

The bouncing knee

I don’t know if I hate that nervous twitch because it’s distracting or it it’s because it always makes me think of Mike.

I’m not talking about the toe tapping, keeping the beat with the music kind of bouncing.   98 more words

Who I Am Now

My first memory

My dad was under the car in the driveway.  My sister, she must have been about 4, was carrying a cup of coffee to him.  She tripped and busted her lip open when her face hit the driveway. 81 more words

Memories One At A Time

Melvin Ray Meads

Step -Grandfather.  Also known as scum.  This is not a fictional name because he is dead and my grandmothers are both dead.

We’ll explore more of the damage that this man did in another post (or several).  319 more words