To tell this story, I need to start at the beginning…duh. Back in 1967 Mom was a homemaker and Dad worked at General Motors (Fisher Body Division). Dad made a decent wage for the time, but he was an alcoholic.
Letting Us Go – A poem I wrote about Mom and her decision to send us to a children’s home for 3 years…I never showed her this. I wished now I had. I was so proud of her for her
This was a letter from Dad to us 3 boys when we lived at the Children’s Home in Pocahontas, AR.The boy that Dad referred to as Randy Ash was my best friend when I lived in Michigan, and was killed