They also worked as telemarketers and house cleaners. They ate very cheaply. Lots of cheese, my dad says, and crackers. For two weeks, my mom didn't eat; she drank only apple juice -not because they were starving poor, but because she wanted to cleanse her body. Mostly they slept in the bus, but they had friends to visit across the country, and for a while, they stayed in Virginia with my mom's father's cousin, whom they barely knew.
Beloved family traditions don’t always start out as beloved. Muffin day was hell at first. I hated it. My husband began muffin day in 2009 when our first daughter started kindergarten, and her younger sister joined them two years later. They lived for Muffin Day.
Having a Second Father: My Grandpa It has been five years since I have spoken to my father. I was three years old when my parents got a divorce. Both my mom and dad remarried, however my dad didn’t waste any time in doing so. After he was married, I felt that I wasn’t a part of his new life. We had our problems like any relationship between children and parents, but most of the problems resulted from interference from his new wife.
Sweet Home Nebraska It was September 8th 2010, about 8:00 pm my mom had just put Jaclynn, my three-year-old sister to bed. My parents sat my brother Matthew and I down at the dining room table. I was very confused because we only sat at the dining room table for holidays and special occasions. The last time they sat us down this formerly was when my mom was pregnant with my sister. I thought that they were about to tell us that I was going to have another sibling, which would be a bit extreme considering my brother was a sophomore in high school.
“Mom never seemed upset about Marry Charlene's death...Dad, however, wouldn’t talk about Mary Charlene.” (Walls 28) The family never talks about Mary Charlene but Jeannette believes that is why her father has a drinking problem. “As we fought, they called me poor and ugly and dirty, and it was hard to argue at this point.” (Walls 140) Later on, when the family moves to 93 Little Hobart street, Jeannette is bullied because she can... ... middle of paper ... ...sually work out in the end. ‘What if they don’t?’ That just means you haven’t come to the end yet.” (Walls 259) Jeannette started to lose faith in her parents after they could no longer provide for her, and swore that she would make a better life for herself. “I swore to myself that it (her life) would never be like Mom’s…” (Walls 208) Jeannette has the idea to move to New York to escape her parents, and pursue her dream of being a journalist. She decides that her older sister, Lori, will have to escape with her, because Jeannette would never leave Lori alone with her parents.
My mom does not host Easter because the house she is living in is to small for her side of the family, so we drive two hours south to my uncles. We leave the house around 10:30am, but my sister and I take a separate car than my mom. The reason we do so is because my sister and I have to leave before my mom to drive two hours back up to Wisconsin to my dads. When we arrive to my uncles house we greet everyone and just hang around talking to each other. Uncle Keith who is my moms brother loves to cook, so he preps our Easter meal.
The one thing that brightens Charlie's life is the chocolate factory, owned by Willy Wonka, that's right in the neighborhood. That and the one chocolate bar a year he gets on his birthday. Charlie’s Grandpa Joe seems to know a lot about Wonka's factory and he tells Charlie a bunch of stories: about a chocolate palace Mr. Wonka built for an Indian prince, and about how he had to close his factory down because of spies stealing his recipes. During one of these stories, Charlie's dad comes in with the news that Mr. Wonka will be opening up his factory to five lucky children who can find Golden Tickets in Wonka chocolate bars; the beginning of a contest! On his birthday, Charlie's whole family hopes that his chocolate bar will contain a Golden ticket, and guess what?
Six weeks later, he states that they got married and began having children. “I loved her to death, but at the end I just couldn’t be around her”, according to Mr. Schorr. Mr. Schorr reports that he believed his marriage to Jennifer was “good” up until they had their second child Levi. After Levi was born, he reports that Jennifer’s alcohol consumption increased as well as their arguing and “fighting”. Mr. Schorr states, “The neighbors called me and complained that she was drinking and not paying attention to the kids and that’s when I sent her to alcohol treatment on my insurance”.
When King was six his dad left to go buy a carton of cigarettes and he never came back. He would later go on to quote, “I am always interested in this idea that a lot of fiction writers write for their fathers, because their fathers are gone” (King). King was born into a very poor family, and his mother stained to stay afloat on bills. They moved around a lot until King was eleven, because at this time they moved back to Maine where his mother took care of her parents. Her family gave them food and clothes while they were there, since she could not have a job while she took care of them.
Many of the things that have happened to me sound like a story from the mind of a lunatic. I remember the best times were spent with my sister and my mother when I was around four or five and we lived in Truckee. Bridgette was doing cartwheels on the lawn and she got bee-stings on her hands and feet. Dad was gone by then and we lived in Village Green in the trailer. One morning mom told us that Indians never went out looking for eggs and that Easter is really supposed to be about this guy named Jesus—he died, or was born, or came back to life or something important like that on that day a long time ago.