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YELLOW BRICK HOUSE.......
I only wish it could be a "yellow brick road". Oh I used to LOVE cartoons. They always made my life soooo much better. I could pretend, be in another world. I was a little girl with so many talents, I could have became so much more
. I was very athletic, I could ride horses like no one else, I could roller skate, gymnastics, but because I was never allowed to develop any of these skills, they all went unnoticed.
We moved to a big yellow brick house, big, cold, and haunted. Yes, haunted. That can be a part for another time, lol. It was in the Country, I am thinking this is the first time we lived in the Country. I take that back, the "shack" was down the road and around the corner. This area of Evart, MI was called "acreville" everyone knew it as the poor side of town.
That seemed to be one of the worst houses that I remember for my mother being beaten. I remember one or two good memories in that house, and they stop there. One of the better memories was the time my dad and two of my Uncles stole one of those huge containers from the local ice cream shops. My Aunt lived in the back side and all it took was a skeliton key to get into the ice cream shop. All of us kids, oh there was probably 5-6 of us, setting around the table, waiting...waiting.....anticipating, "oh will it be blue moon, superman, chocolate, what kind will it be?"....the head lights pull in the drive, they all come in, my dad leading the pack. He is carrying on big tub of ice cream, "boom" down on the table, opening it up, tongues wagging, peering down into the big ice cream bucket.....WHAT, WHAT IS THIS????? VANELLA ICE MILK, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??? Yes Vanilla Ice Milk. House of 31 flavors and he couldnt even steal right. :(
. I was very athletic, I could ride horses like no one else, I could roller skate, gymnastics, but because I was never allowed to develop any of these skills, they all went unnoticed.We moved to a big yellow brick house, big, cold, and haunted. Yes, haunted. That can be a part for another time, lol. It was in the Country, I am thinking this is the first time we lived in the Country. I take that back
, the "shack" was down the road and around the corner. This area of Evart, MI was called "acreville" everyone knew it as the poor side of town. That seemed to be one of the worst houses that I remember for my mother being beaten. I remember one or two good memories in that house, and they stop there. One of the better memories was the time my dad and two of my Uncles stole one of those huge containers from the local
ice cream shops. My Aunt lived in the back side and all it took was a skeliton key to get into the ice cream shop. All of us kids, oh there was probably 5-6 of us, setting around the table, waiting...waiting.....anticipating, "oh will it be blue moon, superman, chocolate, what kind will it be?"....the head lights pull in the drive, they all come in, my dad leading the pack. He is carrying on big tub of ice cream, "boom" down on the table, opening it up, tongues wagging, peering down into the big ice cream bucket.....WHAT, WHAT IS THIS????? VANELLA ICE MILK, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??? Yes Vanilla Ice Milk. House of 31 flavors and he couldnt even steal right. :(
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