Part 2
by Julie Cole on Monday, November 14, 2011 at 5:49pm
I was born into a very eccentric family. I had the typical setting, Dad, mom, 3 older brothers. My dad worked for a mine and my mom was a cook/bartender, well or so I was told. I don't remember much about my mom. I remember 4th of July was the big celebration day in town. My mom was working at the VFW which was just down the road. I was probably 3 or 4 years old. I walked down there with my dad so excited to watch the parade and go to the carnival and eat a ton of junk food. When I got there they were handing out balloons to all the kids. I of course, was so excited. But I didn't get a regular balloon. Nope, my mom had me a special balloon. It was pink, with a stick instead of a string and had the American Flag on it. But they took the stick off put on a string and I had it lost within minutes.
I remember washing dishes with my mom even though I wasn't tall enough to see into the sink, but I was a helper I tell ya. I had 3 older brothers but they were in their teens and too into sex, drugs and rock n roll. Although they did take me to do things.
My brother Craig would take me to a movie, or tell me I could go play in the sprinklers when he was babysitting and instead of giving me a towel to dry off, he would put me in the dryer. Larry, would always watch cartoons with me, or buy me little toys or Fruit Stripes bubble gum. Until one day I thought the color would go pretty in my hair and put it in there. I didn't get gum after that. My brother Scott was married and starting his own family. Five years after I was born he and his wife had their first baby.
I remember my dad, mom, brother Craig and I went to California to see the new baby. Why would I care right....we are so going to Disneyland and Mexico. Mexico wasn't exciting for me, I played with a donkey statue, got chased around the hotel by the maid who wanted my American bubble gum. A little traumatic for a 4 year old. Funny now though, not cool then.
We get to California, and Disneyland here we come. Yeah my brother Scott gets me sick on the Tea Cups, Craig makes fun of me for crying cause I am sick. That's really all I remember. We get home back to Utah. This was May of 1980. I remember my mom get laying in bed all the time. She never really wanted to play with me. I would get sad. One day I went outside to play some game in the middle of the road with some friends when an ambulance came. They took my mom. I didn't know she was sick. I wasn't allowed to go with them. I stayed home. The next time I seen my mom she was sleeping. She had on a pretty pink dress and her hair was done up. The box she was in smelled really bad (later on in life I discovered in was Talcum powder) She never came home.
She was taken from us after a valiant battle with breast cancer. I found out years later into my late teens early 20's that my mother wore a wig. I don't know why I don't remember much of her but I remember that part like it was yesterday.
After she passed, I went to live with a cousin.......That's where my happy little world would soon come to an end.
I remember washing dishes with my mom even though I wasn't tall enough to see into the sink, but I was a helper I tell ya. I had 3 older brothers but they were in their teens and too into sex, drugs and rock n roll. Although they did take me to do things.
My brother Craig would take me to a movie, or tell me I could go play in the sprinklers when he was babysitting and instead of giving me a towel to dry off, he would put me in the dryer. Larry, would always watch cartoons with me, or buy me little toys or Fruit Stripes bubble gum. Until one day I thought the color would go pretty in my hair and put it in there. I didn't get gum after that. My brother Scott was married and starting his own family. Five years after I was born he and his wife had their first baby.
I remember my dad, mom, brother Craig and I went to California to see the new baby. Why would I care right....we are so going to Disneyland and Mexico. Mexico wasn't exciting for me, I played with a donkey statue, got chased around the hotel by the maid who wanted my American bubble gum. A little traumatic for a 4 year old. Funny now though, not cool then.
We get to California, and Disneyland here we come. Yeah my brother Scott gets me sick on the Tea Cups, Craig makes fun of me for crying cause I am sick. That's really all I remember. We get home back to Utah. This was May of 1980. I remember my mom get laying in bed all the time. She never really wanted to play with me. I would get sad. One day I went outside to play some game in the middle of the road with some friends when an ambulance came. They took my mom. I didn't know she was sick. I wasn't allowed to go with them. I stayed home. The next time I seen my mom she was sleeping. She had on a pretty pink dress and her hair was done up. The box she was in smelled really bad (later on in life I discovered in was Talcum powder) She never came home.
She was taken from us after a valiant battle with breast cancer. I found out years later into my late teens early 20's that my mother wore a wig. I don't know why I don't remember much of her but I remember that part like it was yesterday.
After she passed, I went to live with a cousin.......That's where my happy little world would soon come to an end.
