My Mom
I am opening up my autobiography box. Already posted in myspace about my birth, now I am onto assignment two. My family.
My mother. I don't know, it is difficult. I don't remember much. She passed away when I was 8. I know she loved me to death. I remember spending much time with her in the living room, playing games like concentration or playing with my million of toys, while we watched gameshows, and eventually her soaps on ABC.
This is before cable had swept the nation, and we lived on the edge of a small town in Oregon, Riddle, look it up, if you wish. No profound answers to this town. Logging, mining, until they both dried up. Now unemployment and rednecks galore. Has actually lost population since I was a child, which is sad, because it was never greater than 1200 to begin with.
We had a giant console, that had a black & white TV and a record player built in as well as a radio. We graduated to a 27" Zenith, which was spectacular. A giant wooden beast resting on our floor. And, I grew up, at least in my formative years with dreams of being on Cardsharks, Match Game, or if I was really lucky, the Price is Right.
I remember my mother mostly through photos. My memories are snapshots. Nothing very specific. Just images. Some emotional memories. At the end of her life, I remember her coming out and shooting hoops with me and also going to me teeball games. I remember when she died, we had at at Chin's Restaurant. I thought it was food poisoning that took her from me. It wasn't until about a decade later I learned it was a brain anneurism.
She loved me and much like my dad, took an interest in what I loved, even if it did not interest them. She would play guitar and sing so sweet as well. Told she had a fiery temper which matched her red hair. She was born in Paris, France...that is about all I can recollect at the moment.
My mother. I don't know, it is difficult. I don't remember much. She passed away when I was 8. I know she loved me to death. I remember spending much time with her in the living room, playing games like concentration or playing with my million of toys, while we watched gameshows, and eventually her soaps on ABC.
This is before cable had swept the nation, and we lived on the edge of a small town in Oregon, Riddle, look it up, if you wish. No profound answers to this town. Logging, mining, until they both dried up. Now unemployment and rednecks galore. Has actually lost population since I was a child, which is sad, because it was never greater than 1200 to begin with.
We had a giant console, that had a black & white TV and a record player built in as well as a radio. We graduated to a 27" Zenith, which was spectacular. A giant wooden beast resting on our floor. And, I grew up, at least in my formative years with dreams of being on Cardsharks, Match Game, or if I was really lucky, the Price is Right.
I remember my mother mostly through photos. My memories are snapshots. Nothing very specific. Just images. Some emotional memories. At the end of her life, I remember her coming out and shooting hoops with me and also going to me teeball games. I remember when she died, we had at at Chin's Restaurant. I thought it was food poisoning that took her from me. It wasn't until about a decade later I learned it was a brain anneurism.
She loved me and much like my dad, took an interest in what I loved, even if it did not interest them. She would play guitar and sing so sweet as well. Told she had a fiery temper which matched her red hair. She was born in Paris, France...that is about all I can recollect at the moment.