Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Silent Pain
September 5, 2011 6:26 PM
This is my Great-Grandma Kemp. She liked to dip snuff out of the litlle cans. She lived to be 100 years old.
Silent Pain
Silent Pain
Part 2
September12, 2011 6:12 P/M
When I was about eleven years old, my middle brother married. His wife's parents and younger brother only lived about forty-five minutes from us. My parents gave each of us four children one acre of land, if we would build a house or put a mobile home on it. In other words, if we would live on that piece of property. So my brother and his new wife (which is Timmy's sister) lived in a mobile home close by. Her younger brother,Timmy, would come visit during the summertime. I made an effort to go ask him to ride bikes with me, and he did. He was fifteen years old. I thought he was the cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on. However, at the age of twelve, he only thought of me as a child. Every time he came to visit his sister, I made a point to show up. I invited him to ride bikes or just go for a walk. He obliged. I even had a picture of him tacked onto my headboard on my bed. I had asked his sister for one. Little did I know, he would someday be my husband. Brother and sister married brother and sister, and lived right next door to one another. Our children and their children would be double cousins.
Silent Pain
Posted September 13, 2011 5:26 PM
I grew up in the country with three older brothers. They are 6,12, and 16 years older than me. I remember having a gun at the age of ten. I wanted one for Christmas. We lived approximately one mile from the Red River, dividing Texas and Oklahoma. We spent a lot of time at the Red River. We'd take our guns and shoot turtles. We'd go swimming in the river, and we'd jump off of the train bridge into the river below. I never
had even seen a real swimming pool,until I was ten years old. Growing up with three older brothers, I was quite a "tom boy". Those were good times I remember in my childhood.
I was raised Southern Baptist in a very strict home. I was two weeks old the first time I attended church. It was just a known fact that we went to church every Sunday morning and evening and every Wednesday. I was never allowed to wear shorts anywhere, and I was certainly never allowed to wear jeans or pants to church or church functions. I accepted Christ as my Saviour when I was nine years old. I believe this is the most important decision I've ever made, even to this day. Today I know Christ is in my heart, and I know I will go to heaven when I die. I have no doubt about this. I have never doubted this.
I had a very close friend named Sandy. Our families went to church together. I met her when I was eleven years old. She was a year older than me. We were inseparable. I was her Matron of Honor, and she was my Maid of Honor at our weddings. She also sang at my wedding. After she married, she moved approximately forty minutes away. I called her on the phone often, but she seldom called me. She once told me that her new husband was now her best friend. I was crushed, and have not forgotten those hurtful words. Today we don't speak at all. She divorced several years ago. What a "best friend"? I felt abandoned by the closest friend I had ever had.
Silent Pain
Posted Thursday, September 6, 2011 10/1:02 PM
Before I began dating my future husband, I met another guy, Kenneth Raye Thomas. I was almost fifteen years old, when we met at school. I was a Freshman, and he was a Senior. My middle brother, Tim was the Building Trades Class Teacher, and Ken was one of his students. I'm still not quite sure how we got together. I know I use to visit my brother in class sometimes. Ken and I hit it off. He asked me for my phone number, and I wrote it on one of his book covers. He called me that same night, and we talked forever, probably until my parents told me to get off of the phone.
The one very important thing I should mentioned is that Ken was Black! My family was basically raised prejudiced. I never knew that Blacks were called anything but the "N" word. What would my parents do to me, if they knew I was talking to a Black boy? I didn't ask for it to happen. I didn't pursue it. It just happened.
One day he had stayed behind while the other students went out for a job. Ken told me to come see him during lunch. Nobody was there, except Ken and me. There was a couch in the office, where we sat and held hands. Finally, he reach over and gave me a kiss. He was never forceful or disrespectful, and never did anything I didn't want him to do. I ran off to gym class, thinking I just kissed a Black guy!
Before I began dating my future husband, I met another guy, Kenneth Raye Thomas. I was almost fifteen years old, when we met at school. I was a Freshman, and he was a Senior. My middle brother, Tim was the Building Trades Class Teacher, and Ken was one of his students. I'm still not quite sure how we got together. I know I use to visit my brother in class sometimes. Ken and I hit it off. He asked me for my phone number, and I wrote it on one of his book covers. He called me that same night, and we talked forever, probably until my parents told me to get off of the phone.
The one very important thing I should mentioned is that Ken was Black! My family was basically raised prejudiced. I never knew that Blacks were called anything but the "N" word. What would my parents do to me, if they knew I was talking to a Black boy? I didn't ask for it to happen. I didn't pursue it. It just happened.
One day he had stayed behind while the other students went out for a job. Ken told me to come see him during lunch. Nobody was there, except Ken and me. There was a couch in the office, where we sat and held hands. Finally, he reach over and gave me a kiss. He was never forceful or disrespectful, and never did anything I didn't want him to do. I ran off to gym class, thinking I just kissed a Black guy!
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