The Start Of My Journey ...

The start of this journey begins with my fathers side of the family. A side of all of us that we really know nothing about. What I do know isn't that our dad had a happy childhood , but one of terror by the hands of his father. struggle and poverty were the other hurtles dad wold have to over come. Yet through it all he became a man most men could not. He became a man the polar opposite of his father… He became a Daddy to his children not a monster like his father. I now know why he never spoke of his father… Because his past was tragic to say the least. And his father only taught him the lessons of pain and violence. after his father hung himself, it was up to dad to help out and care for his younger siblings… all five of them. At the time he was only 9 years old… and with the weight of the world on his timy shoulders. In order to make ends meet, he did what ever he had to in order to get food on the table and cloth his siblings. His mother did all she could, but in 1929… things were hard for everyone back then. but somehow he and his mother made it through by the skin of their teeth.