My Dysfunctional Family

Well, I come from a dysfunctional family, what do I know about them, and a broken system called our government? Follow along and maybe I can explain.

Talk about dysfunctional families, which generation? My Paternal grandmother left her marriage with my 2 year old father because the work on the farm was tooo hard. She loved aeronautics, even I have an admiration for flying, I wonder why?

My mother had my father removed from our house with a sheriff's escort as she had him served with papers, I remember one night a fight where my mother took his pistol and aimed it at my father. Fortunately when she went to pull the trigger she didn't realize that there was a safety on the pistol. My father took the pistol away from my mother, but at that time I think he knew. He knew the answer that he was looking for, she never loved him enough to respect his life and opinions.

I am in a relationship that was spoiled, by a woman that was abused by her father. I made some mistakes as in not being certain if my choice was the right one for me. Was I being led by GOD to this woman? Well after our daughter was born my wife's father passed on. He was my wife's abuser, the psychiatric doctor that worked with her father had told my wife for her mental health she needed to stay away from that man. He tried to kill her one day, I was called from work to come to the rescue. We lived in the other half of the twin that he owned. It was temporary while I tried to save for a down payment for a trailer (a mobile home). I set a savings schedule for the two of us to live on our own I deposited 2/3 and asked her to contribute a third to establish a fund for our living on our own terms. The way we ended up together was that I was chased out of my mothers house, I ended up on my girlfriends door step. It was a cold November night, and the only means of transportation that I had was a motorcycle, a little 350 Honda CBX. My father came to my rescue when the bike had fallen over and the shift linkage and brake lever got bent, I had stopped where a gentleman had been burning leaves and yard waste, I wasn't dressed for a cold night ride. Earlier a car ran a stopsign and I almost crashed, the motorist never looked to see if there was another motorist on the road coming near the intersection. I had a quater and my father had a pick-up truck, I knew of a scout camp where there was a pay phone, I picked up the damaged motorcyle that fell over because the soft shoulder of the road, I thanked the man for allowing me to warm myself by his fire and I went back to the scout camp. I called for my father to come and pick me up, I called my girlfriend to see if she would help me out. She was more than happy to help me.

My father in law died after we were married in 1987 and well after we were married we had our first child 1991. Her father gave the estate to his niece. I wanted to challenge the will but my wife wore the pants at the time, it was her fathers property and she made a decision without discussing it with me. I was told what she would do, and she never heard my concerns. I tried to confront her cousin who complained that she needed his house to pay for her childrens college tuition. What about our daughter? Nobody cares about our children, my children, my daughter. I almost left the relationship because of the disrespect. Thanks to the Church and Jesus we were able to reconcile the marriage at that point in time. But the issue left scars.

Those old wounds would be opened wide...

My Earliest Memories

Living in Bungelow Park,

My mother and father had rented a house in Quakertown on the corner of Station Ave. and Park Ave. I don't remember living there, I do remember stories of my mother telling me how the neighbors baby and myself would not get along. Micheal Jaggielo (SP?) I don't know why babies would not get along together. But I find that odd.

I know that when we moved into Bungelow Park, I wanted to be a helper. I was getting older and my sister born two years after me was going to know how much I loved her, and I wanted to share, I remember the story that my mother tells. How she used to like to talk on the phone, long conversations. At some point maybe her friend Gale Lowman ((SP?)Daughter of Galen Lowman) or maybe it was my mother (I remember how pretty and sweet she was back then) and father who worked on teaching me to share. So I shared, all of my toys went into my sisters crib. I stacked all of the toys all around her. My little piano made a perfect bridge over top of her, my sister was completely covered in all of my toys, "See I share." I had this great big teddy bear that I surrounded her head with. My sister she slept right through everything. My mother didn't appreciate what I did, how does a little boy get into so much trouble.

Then there was the swing set, with the special coaster for a slide. And the time that we received chickens for Easter. Those chickens loved to chase after my sisters long blonde hair. I remember the swing set was also a problem, my sister would run to the swing set for cover, and she would cover the swings with her head. Many times she banged into the swings or frame of the swing set.

I had a special steering wheel that I loved, I would go for a car ride and prop it up behind Dad's seat in the car and I would also drive, talk about your back seat driver.

We didn't stay in Bungelow Park very long, we moved to the next town over. Trumbauersville. I remember that I wanted to find that steering wheel, I made mom and dad take me back to the old house just to look and see where it could be. It was never found.

The house in Trumbauersville needed a whole lot of work, so many repairs, a wall was removed to make a good sized living room that required running a cable up through the first floor ceiling into the attic and the clean up in the basement and all the other structures. There was a tree a maple that grew infront and between the shed and the barn. That was my tree, I loved to climb that tree.