| DEADARTIST Tales of Lembrook |
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DeadArtist: 1954-1959 |
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1954: So the story is told (as was told to me so many years ago now) by my Dear Mother, She and the one who regretable sired me were married on the 21 November of this year. At what-ever point in time it would be necessary to ascertain, Mother went to the doctor for a "check-up", as it were. (I suspect she suspected at the time but it's of no consequence at this juncture.) After her visit with the doctor, her husband fetched her to bring her "home" (which was, at the time, a flat in Cornwall). En route, Mother, being quite ecstatic over her news, told "father" what she felt was wonderful news: she was pregnant! (With me.) Father slammed the brakes, stopping the car in the street where they were, put the car in "park", turned to her and yelled: "How could you be so fucking stupid! I thought I married an intelligent woman!" Thus, it, my existence, began. 1955... The year of birth, the decade of where hell really began: 30 August. 9 months and 9 days after my "parents" married. I am to understand, from stories my Mother told me, my "father", the "shit-head", stayed away from her as much and as often as was possible. Many were the days and nights during her pregnancy, Mother would sit alone, in the flat on the 3rd floor of 110 Gidney Avenue, where they'd moved to "because of the pregnancy", holding her extended belly and softly re-assuring me that I was loved, wanted and that we'd be alright. 1956: Mama would tell how she'd put me in the pram, carriage, stroller and take me out in the "fresh air" all the time. Weather made no difference. The doctor said "fresh air" and so it was! She also told me how she would be left very much alone more often than not. But she had her little companion and I had my Mama. We were a team. We were the only support we needed and we were just fine with all of that. Besides, when S. wasn't there, I was quite calm and contented. This was the beginning of a strange and marvelous relationship... and the onset of some of the most horrific moments in any human-being's existence. 1957: This year brought John into our lives (conception c.January 1957 and I wonder: New Year's drunk?). I don't know how the shit-head who sired his off-spring took that news. And today I can't understand why, after the fiasco of my conception, both of them brought another life into being. Anyway, 2 years, 2 months, and 1 day after my birth... there was John. * At some point, as the storied told did tell, I was caught crawling on a ledge outside the window of our 3rd storey apartment in 110 Gidney Avenue! 1958: At some point here, we left the flat for a little house at 1 Hill Street. Ranch-style home. Purchased with money from Opa. 16,000.00$. 3 bedrooms, full kitchen, full living room, 1 bath, garage and a lot of yard . 1959: I'm 4 years old and John's 2 and already he's pissing people off with his constant whining and crying. There are home movies in which he's sitting in a play pen, eating dirt and screeching. - I'm thinking this to be the year I almost drowned at Tillson Lake. I can still see the bubbles rising in front of my eyes and the people picnicking on the shore, oblivious. Obviously, somebody pulled me out. Too bad... |