The Yesteryears, Me Growing Up! by Verine Talton

Author:Verine Talton [Talton, Verine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Biographies & Memoirs, Ethnic & National, Parenting & Relationships, Family Relationships, Extended Families, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages)
Amazon: B00ZQTD1R4
Publisher: Verine Talton
Published: 2015-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5: [The Move to Oklahoma]

The next couple of years passed and Pa returned home from Germany on leave and we moved to Oklahoma in a neighborhood I really loved mostly military families. It seem that everybody knew about everybody business. Sally my best friends mother, had asked my mother if Sally could live with us for a while, because she and Jose were moving to California. Once they got settled, she would come back and get her. My mom said yes. That was a happy day.

So one day while I was combing the tangles out of Sally’s’ hair and boy did she have lots of long straight hair. I asked her, “why your her hair so messy and long, Momma need to straighten your hair with the hot comb“? She said, “no, my Momma just comb it. It hurts when she combs my hair too”. So I ask my mother, “if she could straighten Sally’s hair and why don't have to straighten her hair with a hot comb“? My mother told me, “Sally is a half breed, her daddy is white and her Momma is negro, so her hair is not like yours. Her hair just only have to be washed and combed”. I went to Sally and looked at her arms and legs to see if part of her was white and the part of her was brown, but I couldn’t find where the white part started or the brown part stopped. My mother later told me, “the colors are all mixed up all over her body. I accepted the answer. We remained friends until Sally’s mother came and got her they moved to California. That was a sad day.

My little sister, Beth and me had the habit of getting up in the mornings before school dressing in front of heater on cold. Pappy told, “ don’t get in front of that heater no more. Dress in your room”. We forgot and did it the next morning again, he calmly got his belt and shook it at us, one time. We got scare and wouldn’t dress in the bathroom again while he was there. We didn't know why he did not want us to be in front of the heater, and he never explained to us why. When he left to go back on duty, we started doing the same thing again. It was one cold winter day, one of our friends that lived next door, pajamas caught on fire, because he stood too close to the heater. It scared us so bad that we no longer got dressed in the bathroom in from of a heater again. It was a learning experience.

We went to school with mostly military brats and I really loved the school. My first grade teacher was Mrs. Anderson, she was German. She would make these jelly filled pastries and bring them to class on Fridays and we'd eat them at recess. When we went to school we had to put our money in our shoe inside the closet.

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