In the Beginning

This story is a long time coming. As I have matured I realized the need to be free of the burdens I have carried my entire life. I cast them off long ago, without a second thought. Now it's time to revisit them, to clear the air, and finally be through with them. What I will say will be hurtful to me, remembering the bad things in my life, most of them caused by me, some of them by others. And how I finally found happiness, and love in my 40's. Be prepared to be shocked, bewildered and amazed. My life has been anything but uneventful.

     I was born in Shreveport Louisiana, to my parents Jimmye and John Sr. My dad worked at a place called Kellys, I think it was a truck stop, not sure. My mom was attending a high school there, and my dad was from Bossier City. Mom was 15 when they met, dad was 18, they married at 16 and 19 and I was born shortly after. Within about a year we moved to Channelview Tx. and my sister was born.
I had a pretty uneventful childhood, my main memories are my mom being pregnant all the time. My two sisters were my best friends in my young years, playing with them outside when we could and inside when we couldn't. My memories of my early childhood are vague, I don't know if that is normal or not, but I don't have many. I remember flashes of things, playing, a screwdriver incident with the lawnmower the next door neighbors last name which was Svoboda, I don't remember them, just the name, lol. My moms best friend was Sherry, I remember her, and how beautiful she was with long red hair and makeup, she later became a Pentecostal, so that all changed, but she had a great sense of humor, and that never changed.
My summers were spent with my grandmother, Mama Pat, and at my Aunt Betty and Uncle Davids house with my cousins. All in all not a bad early childhood.

When I was about 12 I auditioned for the Baytown Boys Choir, and became very interested in music. My mother was a great singer and songwriter who never made it famous, but probably could have if she had not had so many kids. She sang to us all the time, her own songs and others. Sometimes she would make up songs that I still remember to this day. I loved my mom with all my heart, I thought she hung the moon.
My Dad became a truck driver and was rarely home, so Mom and my ever growing brothers and sisters were my whole life. I loved the choir, and was very talented, or so I was told. It became my very favorite activity. And there I met my best friend.

I'm going to end this segment now, not because I don't have more to say, but because what I do have to say will be extensive. So if this blog is of interest to you, look forward to the next episode!

Love and kisses,
John