Chapter 8
I’ll never forget the day, even the poor statues of famous saints, would be victimized, and were the last objects in our shack of a house, that Mama hadn’t smashed. I was going to school regularly and wouldn’t miss school even if my life depended on it. I was running away from home every day and I ran away to school. It was there I quietly sought hope, intellectual stimulation and spiritual peace, trying my hardest to be like the others, which the USA demands. Never a word came out of my lips or tongue displaying any sense of their being anything wrong in my life. It seems like today there is so much focus on uncovering every burp or whine the USA children have, of all races We were taught, “Children should be seen and not heard.” The adults were to be respected first and foremost. I wonder how I was able to suffer so much physically, mentally, spiritually without one word or act of help, solace, comfort or financial help and I’m still here to write about it 55 years later and even have the soundness of mind to remember the details, even the gory ones me and my family blocked out for decades!
On one particular day, Mama was bashing the White Christian people in particular. She had regularly cast aspersions on the Jewish religion. She would say gravely, “Barbara Ann, even these Christians are spiritually dead! They are spiritually dead! They don’t see what they have become.” I didn’t understand what that meant. Yet, today from my studies, even the famous White Polish Pope John Paul II once stated that he couldn’t understand why all Christians didn’t get along and fight so much when we all have the same teachings stemming from Jesus Christ, the Prince of Peace. I read that Christianity has been split up (intentionally: divide and conquer) into 41,000 different and opposing Christian denominations. Yet today I also reason that the other two major religions each are united into one woven fabric for their growth, welfare and devotion to God or in the Jews’ case, their god= money, world control. Yet we have spent the last 10 years fighting wars for Jews in Israel and for the welfare of Muslims in the Middle East. We have given trillions of dollars towards their problems, thousands of White men and other races and hundreds of thousands of men with brain injuries alone. None of that was for the survival of the White Race, United States, Christianity, and especially our White boys. I once talked with a former nun, married to a former priest, both with high level education and character.
I heard on a radio show where a candidate interviewed a Jewish rabbi, “How do Jews get along within the synagogue?”
He responded confidently with a large congregation and a hefty treasury backing him up, “We have to get along well, for there are so few of us. Not only do we get along, but our synagogue, gets along and cooperates with the synagogue across town. Each synagogue gets along with every other one around the entire world.” It’s said that many Jews are not even religious anymore, but go there for connections for business and to meet other Jews for dating and marriage.
That was amplified even at a nearby university. I checked out the Jewish webpage on religion and read the short blurbs under the Christians ones which referred to spirituality, assembling for ping pong, or religious activities. Yet the Jewish page described how they have a worldwide monopoly uniting all Jewish college students around the world, and Las Vegas here was their headquarters. There wasn’t a mention of a God, or divine being. It was how they could help each other from any point of the globe. This is how Jews maintain “Supremacy” over us and not “White Supremacists” over them. This is how Jews have functioned and ruled globally as international traders for thousands of years. They live “within” a country as Poland or US, but never “of” the country or putting patriotic needs or a God first. It is their own survival and takeover that is paramount and Whites don’t even have a clue this is going on.
In sixth grade, the nun asked me to start the day out every day reading the lives of the saints. Until today, I think Whites need White people from the past that point a way to a way of a higher standard of living not only through the intellect, or business, or financial which we need those too, but for the spirit, heart and soul. A brown young Mexican man told me at college recently during an assignment for English 101, that he hates his White half. When I asked why, he told me that Whites have no culture, we have no future. His Mexican half is what he identifies with for culture, food, friendship, family, even grandparents who live with him. Brown Mexicans and “La Raza” group, meaning “The Race” is the “Future” of the United States for Whites are old and can’t even help themselves anymore. In my own thinking, I reasoned that our White culture has been spread out to include the world and all races so that we don’t identify with anything in our life as being “White,” while all other races maintain and strengthen their own identity often with White tax dollars.
It is said in the book, “A Fine Young Man,” by Michael Gurian that to prevent our country from becoming a third world country our boys will need at least 21 mentors from all walks of life. They have been intentionally damaged. And it doesn’t seem as if the Whites damaged the Jewish boys or the Muslim boys, the other two religions, or the Whites “damaged” blacks, browns, yellows, reds, but “helped” them. So what happened? I read also that our country will especially need the unique capabilities and spirituality of the White Christian heterosexual male to lead our country for it was that unique and wonderful entity that built, fought, prayedf or and slaved for these United States of America as did my deceased husband’s relatives from 1620 the pioneers from the Mayflower Ship.
Well, I returned home from school for lunch and found that Mama was drunk again which was about once a month. Perhaps it had something to do with her monthly periods and using the booze as a medicine for cramps. Also I read in my sex studies that the hormone of sex and the hormone of rage or anger, is the same. It would account for the sexual charges involved in the killings and hatred of war. When I walked in the house, I was terrorized not in Afghanistan or Iran, but South Chicago, for Mama was going around the houses smashing all the statues of the famous White saints. Her sister, Auntie Josie, was there and swiftly grabbed the statue of St. Rita away to her home for safe keeping. We never saw the image of St. Rita again. I was so angry and so enraged I finally was able to scream out two words: “You hypocrite!” And it was then she went to beat me with her fist, as she did Daddy, and all I could do was imitate what Daddy did. I’d turn away, protect my face, and let her pound my back which wouldn’t hurt as much. I couldn’t even run outside or to a neighbor for safety for the Whites there, even Polish Whites, didn’t care! I ran back to school, but Mama must have gotten to a pay phone and called the school and said I was disrespectful. She didn’t tell them about her drinking, cursing and smashing violence. The nun unknowingly would beat me again. We were all characters carrying out probably ancient scenarios of what it meant to be “slaves for Jews.”
Then the day came when I saw Mama go to Jewish Irv’s Saginaw Liquors and come back with an entire pint of brandy, not the usual ½ pint. I thought I would die. How could it get any worse? I knew I kept my prayers up and I look back today, and even thought Mama didn’t stop her war against Daddy, I know my prayers and God saved his life. And perhaps, there was a reason. For now I not only want to save my Daddy’s life and even explain why Mama did what she did, but to save the White male’s life, the White Heterosexual Christian male, to save myself, my descendants and “your’ descendants since most are not aware of this secret problem.
As Mama got more inebriated, I shrank in fear and terror. She would begin her cursing out loud at the injustices she had to face. And this time when Mama began her tirade of smashing a window, she grabbed an object, perhaps a hammer, and in a drunken stupor went around the entire house and smashed each and every window. Not even one window was left in place! Now it wasn’t as if I “couldn’t” say a word from the “vow of silence” but I “didn’t” for fear of my own life or beatings. When I would watch Mama yield that butcher knife, which she so artfully did on a chicken, turkey or ham, I knew I didn’t want her using that on me. Somehow, it was only me and Daddy that were her victims. I never recall any of the other children as objects of her wrath. This then began to happen very frequently.
It happened so often with the broken windows that my Auntie Josie started to collect old windows from the homes in South Chicago and store them in her attic. Then when Mama would smash all the windows in the house again, Daddy didn’t have to buy glass to fix them. He would just go to Auntie Josie’s with a cart and lug them back. He then would remove the broken glass, clean out the window frame, put in window putty, cut the glass from the old window and replace it so that we again had windows for our home. What made it so bad is that it might have been winter, freezing, icy and windy in Chicago’s November, December, January, February, March months. One could live without windows in the summer, even broken ones…. Unless of course it rained or thunder stormed inside our home. But to live without windows or broken windows in the summer meant that we would have to freeze even more. We already didn’t have heat sometimes if the coal went out and we had no money for another load. Or if there was no local wood around to burn in the furnace and in an old Chicago urban setting there really wasn’t much stray wood around!
And then I remember the day which was my folks’ 25th wedding anniversary, November 22, 1955. It was also the anniversary of the day I was conceived 9 years earlier and the day that 8 years later, President Kennedy was assassinated as Jews assassinated my Royal ancestors of Poland and also Russia.
I once wrote an essay for a Creative Writing class with “dialogue” that reflected on this 25th silver wedding Anniversary as I pasted together words my folks used in their life when things got rough or used my imagination to fill in the lost memories.
“I’m going to sleep, Anna. I’ve had a hard day at work and need to get up at 4 a.m,” said Joe Nowak, my Daddy.
“But, you can’t do that. You know it is our Twenty-Fifth, Silver Wedding Anniversary, and the children are throwing us a party in just an hour. Get changed right away, the guests will be arriving soon,” replied Anna, my Mama, but it seemed to go on deaf ears.
“Listen, Woman,” cried Daddy, for when he got stern it wasn’t “Anna” or “honey” which I never heard but “Woman. “I have no desire of celebrating a marriage, where you beat me, rip up my clothes so that I can’t even go to church on Sunday, send me to work without food, when I give you my whole paycheck, and then, like a hypocrite, smile and party, as if I haven’t been wounded by you. Furthermore on November 22, 1946 we spent our anniversary alone, making love and we created our daughter Barbara Ann that way, when we were in love not in hate.”
Mama fumed and her face turned a brilliant red, “Why you no good cocksucker, cuntsucker, son-of-a-bitchen’ whoremaster! You can’t do this to me. I have given you and these kids the last 25 years of my life, and now you lay on the bed and turn your ass to me! That is my reward. I didn’t ask for this life of misery.”
Daddy went to bed and rolled over away from Mama and he retorted back, “For Christ’s sake! Why didn’t you marry that rich Jewish guy in 1930? On our wedding day he came banging on the door trying to stop the wedding. So you were carrying my child. So what!
Mama spat at Daddy continuously, “You no good scum-of-the earth, Galetian.” (an extreme curse word for lowlife slaves from Galicia near Austria/Poland, but in my youthful ignorance thought Daddy came from “Galilee” as Jesus did!)
“Leave me alone, I can’t stand your mouth anymore, your screaming, your beatings. I’ll say it again, close the curtains to this bedroom and get out of here. Go to the party yourself. I’m not budging. I haven’t had a vacation or even a Sunday off in 25 years. I’m gone twelve hours a day. I want my rest, and nothing you can do can change my mind.”
“I’ll kill you, you good for nothing, minimum-wage-making, bastard. Where is the broom I kill the mice with that come through the holes in the plaster? Here, so you won’t getup, well then, take that, and that, and that, and that, and that, and that, and that,” screeched Mama as she beat Daddy in the bed.
“AHHGRHHH”, “No more, get away. I’m hurting from wounds that haven’t even been healed yet. I’m not getting up. You can go to that party yourself. Stop nagging me to death,” as he rolled over again so that he would take the beating on his back instead of his face.
“I know it is that whore that moved in upstairs that’s teaching you disgusting things like trying to make me suck your cock, and getting down to suck my cunt. That drunken tramp is poisoning your mind. This is 1955 and you are becoming the tool of Satan himself. We did not create 12 children with cock-sucking and cunt-sucking, you fucken fool!!! You’re getting possessed by the devil himself, Mister,” warned Mama the bitch on steroids.
“Snap out of your dreams, Woman”, moaned Joe. “Is there a God that I should continue to suffer like this, and no one comes to my rescue or tells the truth? You call the police and lie and say that I hit you. When I left for divorce, you brought Barbara to the rooming-house and begged me to come back. I did, but nothing has changed. I cannot go on like this. I’m not attending our Silver Anniversary Party, and that’s that. Tell the people to go home and take their silver presents and stick them up their ass! We can’t eat silver! We need food on the table!”
Mama put on a front, a new face to pretty herself, something I rarely saw her do anymore since she gave up going out or to church. I watched Daddy as he fell into a semi-coma called sleep, wounded and all. The guests started to come with presents, food, drinks a real gala, but no one knew the secret of the misery this 25th anniversary really represented. I also put on a mask for a while, but then hid in the pantry, closed the door, ruffled up a pile of rags to lay on, and I also went to sleep.
An old picture like this will show you some of the others in my family totally unaffected but how deeply it was hurting me is etched out in the frown for the cameras contrasting the others.
Picture Sad me in bonnet
In my daily life, I tried to keep up a normal as possible front. I doubt any person alive knew the difficulties I just kept burying inside of me. So one day, I asked Mama for a few dollars to go to the dentist. My brothers had gone with their money from working as stock boys at the liquor store, but I didn’t have any at that time. So I sailed off with a few dollars to Jew Dr. Jacob Stern on 90th and Commercial. There was no money for carfare ever so I walked the 3 mile round trip. And we never had a car, although all of our neighbors did. Dr. Jacob Stern also had a cousin with the same name across from the hall. In my Grandma Kopaczewski’s death certificate she went to see him on Halloween and was dead the next day on All Saints Day.
I hadn’t been to the dentist many times before but in Polish neighborhoods we were surrounded by rich Jews such as doctors, dentists and we patronized them. I remember vaguely climbing a long flight of stairs up to the second floor and walked in. In those days there was no fancy waiting room but one could just walk in right to the dentist’s chair. I said nothing for I had trained my vocal chords not to talk and after five years it just came natural to keep the “vow of silence” I had taken as a private oath to God to someday sacrifice my life for him. I never became a nun, but I sure sacrificed my life in good deeds for others.
The dentist chair was comforting after my long walk for my little legs and I just plopped in. The Jewish Doctor Stern did not appear to be “stern” as his name suggested but rather “seductive” now that I look back on it, but I knew nothing of sex. But at that time, didn’t think about it. He smiled at me, and considering all the pain, sorrow and agony I had endured at home, I was so happy to find someone that wasn’t crying like my White Polish Christian Daddy a slave for Jews. There was some pre-dental work, and then the Jewish dentist grabbed for the drill. As he held that drill, he went to grab and hold me by my breast. I panicked but couldn’t talk. He kept holding my 12 year old breast and said, “Ah! It seems like you are sprouting nicely!” Meaning I was growing breasts which were already getting large at that time. What he did to me is a crime and a felony! And he got away with the perfect crime and I wonder how many other White girls did that happen to. It happened so often in Hitler’s Germany that the girls were instructed to watch videos at school warning them of the Jewish perverted and illegal business behavior. Not just touching as in this case, but sexual intercourse, penetration, ejaculation, and leaving the White German girls and young women pregnant and unsupported.And it surely was happening in Poland, but after 900 years of brainwashing, it was “normal” as it is now in USA under Jewish rule! This Jewish preying on White Christian Gentile young girls like me, kept the Jewish wife from having to give sex to their rich husband and she didn’t have to get pregnant so she could become smarter, more educated and not be tied up with babies as my Mama had 12 slaves for Jews! The first Jews Hitler deported in Germany, “not executed,” which Jews made up in lies, were these Jewish perverted business men gouging the White Germans constantly. Poland could not figure it out for 900 years for we must have gotten used to it little by little as in USA today. But it didn’t take our smartest White German Christians to figure out that the breakdown and bankruptcy of the German Nation after World War I was caused by the Jew who were fairly new in their country, perhaps after World War I!
I think that is the hardest part of my memoirs. When one is poor, if all the other people around them are poor, it is not as painful. For example, during the Great Depression, most of the people were being inflicted with economic difficulties and deprivations. There was a sense of happiness in bonding with those around having the same difficulties. Another case in point would be people on farms. In the past, there might have been poverty, but there was always food, perhaps chickens, eggs. They never starved. Same with black neighborhoods of Africa. It is only because Jews taught Whites to compare their lack of material objects to their own White standard of living and that makes them poor. But when a White girl, mother, father, siblings are all surrounded by middle class people with money and all the luxuries of America, we were compared to them. Although I never remember any of my siblings crying over our poverty then or now. It was something we bore with pride, dignity, respect, and grateful to be in American and not back in Communist Poland. And today if I even bring it up they respond, “It’s the past; don’t talk about it!”
I once met a black man who spoke Polish where I managed a mini-storage company in Vegas. I was surprised that a black spoke Polish, for Poland would be the last place with their poverty under (Jew-led) Communism that anyone would want to grow up in… that is… if you were “White.” The successful and articulate black man explained to me that the Communists went to Africa and got the blacks out of the jungle or streets, (as the Jews got the blacks out of the cotton fields after Civil Rights, but left the poor Southern Whites there to rot.) The Communists wanted to show blacks “how good” they were going to have it once the Jewish Communists took over the White countries, (my own emphasis words) and wanted it to spread to make all of Africa Communist and to take away Africa from the White South African Rule, (as Jews did to White Russians)
He told me that the Communist agents took him to a buffet extravaganza, all the food, liquor, pastries that one could eat. Coming from poverty or primitive living, this was like a blast into an entirely different reality. (The way I look at it also, these blacks even in the jungle were not “damaged” from alcoholism, drug addictions, pill addictions, porn addictions, gambling addictions,war addictions as the Whites of the USA and Europe. It was a Jewish way to bring down Western or White Civilization and put in either Jewish Dynasty or Yellow Chinese Communist empire, with Whites as the slaves or genocided because of the damage they did to us and we to ourselves.) The black African man in Poland, said that the Communists made sure there was a big window overlooking the street so that he could see the poor, starving, skinny, White Polish Christian Catholic people waiting in bread lines for a few crumbs to eat. Even the poor blacks in Africa had food for they lived in the wild and would grab the leaves, etc. What bothered him, was that it seemed like the Communist government would intentionally run out of bread, inducing a feeling of “hope” that perhaps their government Masters would have some tomorrow. They never resisted, but would look forlorn, put their heads down, and go back home hungry, White men, women and children, all slaves for Jews and this had gone on for 900 years from my own studies, until recently.
The black man bubbled when he said he was able to get all the White women, even Swedish who “preferred” smart rich men, whether Jew, Black or Brown. It was “security” for them and their offspring which is pretty natural in Nature. He married a beautiful blonde Swedish woman and took her out of the White gene pool, into the brown one the Jews want Whites to dissolve in. The blonde Swedish woman wouldn’t even look at poor Polish men helpless, depressed, starved on the streets below. She was having too good of a time eating and drinking it up with the black men of Africa. And from my sex studies, no, blacks do not have the largest penis’, the White men do, but Jews lied and deceived White women and made us believe that.
The Commies gave the black man a car and a card for all the gas he needed for the take over of travel in Europe. Since Jews broke down the racial barriers in order to genocide the White race of Europe, all the major cities were flooded with all the other races, while the non-Whites countries back home were still pure raced! The Polish men and women were so poor compared to this black (slave????!!!) that they had no cars and even if they did had no cards for the gas or money to buy the gas. Plus the Jew – led Commies made sure that the White Polish Catholics were imprisoned behind an Iron Curtain with no freedom to travel, to speak, to write, or to effectively communicate with others. Russia and other countries, even East Germany, all suffered the same thing. Jews wanted to cover up the evidence of World War II and the faked Holocaust so “all” the Jews of Europe could freely emigrate to USA who had immigrant quotas. Quite a Jewish conspiracy that they got away with!
The Commies gave these blacks from Africa, as White USA gave the black from Kenya, Obama, all the free housing, education, money, books, supplies, medical, dental, travel, food, special mentorship, perhaps Christian education to civilize them. While at the same time taking money from poor starving Poles forced to pay taxes not just for themselves but for these “preferred and pampered” blacks!
This Black man trained in Communism now works at a very high profile job for the “environment” in USA, Nevada, while many White Polish, like Mama and Daddy and myself, were scrubbing floors as a White slave for Jews in South Chicago nearly starving to death!
I’d like to tell that to the Jews about their Holocaust brainwashing for 70 years. Tell them to just take down their Holocaust Museums and just “forget about it.” Or perhaps just for one ether second we can forget about how the Southern White men treated the blacks so badly that the blacks ate the best food in the world today, according to Whole Foods who say the top five foods for health, rated 1000, are the greens, turnip, mustard, kale, watercress, beet greens. And that was a steady diet the generous White Southern men fed them as their black “slaves.” As a white slave for Jews I went hungry so often that it hurt. Sometimes if I would get $.10, ten cents, for pulling weeds all day, I would live in penny candy with absolutely no nourishment at all!
And then if the other suffering I’ve only partially shared so far of the domestic violence, husband abuse, poverty, suicide attempt, Jewish sexual assaults, etc. wasn’t bad enough, the worse day of my life or perhaps the best day of my life was March 30, 1960! My house burned down but I helped rescue and save a three-month old White Polish baby!
The day started out like any other when I was in 6th grade. My brother and I ran home from school for lunch and were settled down to a break between classes for a little while. Suddenly, I smelled something like cigarette smoke, but much stronger, like wood burning in a bonfire perhaps. My eyes started to water a little bit got dizzy but didn’t think much about it. The choking smell seemed to be coming from our upstairs Polish tenants apartment. And then my ears heard the one word I will never forget screamed, shouted and cried: “Help! Help! Help! Help!” Anna, Help me!”
I ran back to Mama who was in the kitchen where she would always be fiddling around doing something.
And to break my “vow of silence” I shouted the words, “Patricia upstairs needs help. She’s screaming for you to help her! Do something!”
But Mama stared me down and shouted right back at me. “I wont help that whore (and she exaggerated and made it an especially long curse word that sounded like ‘whhuuorrre to make it rattle my nervous system.) Mama hated her for keeping my Daddy upstairs and drinking beer together and perhaps sex, even oral sex.
And again, Mama shouted within the same breathe “That cuntsucker, cocksucker woman. She’s no good! She running nothing but a whore house up there! She can go to hell before I help her!” Mama said. And even if the house burned down, she would have thought it was God’s will.
So I ran towards the smell of something burning and dragged my brother Eddie upstairs with me. As I ran first, my legs nearly collapsed from under me. My eyes felt like they were melting from the intense heat for all they could behold was an inferno of flames and smoke in the front living room. My first impulse was to run back downstairs for safety, but I caught a glimpse towards back of the house. There were three figures in the door frame at the back of the house, frozen in fear.
Patricia, the mother, was holding the hands of her two children under 7 years old. Suddenly she shouted again and her words were parting the smoke traveling through the draft of the house towards her.
“My Baby! My Baby! Save my Baby! Pamela is in the bedroom!” Without any hesitation through all these decisions and even rejection of my Mother’s help, I ran towards the baby’s bedroom for I laid that baby down to rest after babysitting the night before. My brother ran faster for he was extremely athletic, swooped up the baby, and he and I ran like crazy towards the back door where the mother was already down the steps. It seemed like Eddie and I flew down the steps for the smoke was now encased the entire home!
I couldn’t wait to get outside in the fresh air of the crisp winter March Chicago day for I was choking and coughing and felt like I was leaving this reality. I think now and I just wanted to be able to breathe. My hair was singed and my dark blue Catholic uniform, with red tie and white blouse was filled with smoke.
The neighbors or perhaps even the mother Patricia must have called the fire department for the fire engine was already there. All I could think of was that I had to get back to school. I was an A student, and my brother a C student so I don’t think he had the urgency about school like I did. He stayed and handed the baby back to the mother who by now was weeping and frightened. The reporters then swarmed the land in front of the old house of 8332 South Colfax. The Sun Times had the story in the newspaper with my brother holding the baby and called him a “hero.” He was awarded $25.00 which he so desperately needed.
I wanted to look up on the internet perhaps another famous occurrence on that day, March 30, 1960. I still have the paper clipping with our names on it and the picture of Eddie holding the baby. What was more depressing than the distress and near death experience of saving a White Polish Christian baby on that day, but to sit here on October 8, 2012, 52 years later and read what Jewish Wikipedia wrote about the two most important events on that day in history. But Jews didn’t write about “White heroes or heroines from our European American past, but of…. black events… as if Whites were already genocided and invisible.
But what do you think the lousy Jews write up for that day? Anything about White accomplishments or victories or something in Christianity since we were built on Christian principles? No. What is the Jew’s favorite weapon against Whites? Blacks and how Jews use newspapers and even internet and the number one encyclopedia, Wikipedia, on the internet.
Here is what I found in a Wiki “encyclopedia” which would lead one to believe erroneously I would become more smarter since our IQ is at level of blacks now and descending. Isn’t the internet available as one of the prime tools to make Whites smarter? It is a black and Jew encyclopedia. And Whites are like my cats Mama and Daddy. They have no toys, not many treats. So when they are up what do they do: watch me. And we watch Jews the same way, whether their books, even internet, TV, music, even elections. So here is the only thing I have to offer to put in my memoirs as a USA historical heroic day: Read it and weep. I’m trying to save the White species and this is all I can find on Jew Wiki:
From Wiki: “March 30, 1960 (Wednesday)
– A state of emergency was proclaimed in South Africa by Prime Minister Hendrik Verwoerd at 3:00 a.m., nine days after the Sharpeville Massacre, and the government began arresting dissidents.[60] On the same day, thirty thousand black South Africans marched through Cape Town in protest of the pass laws, the massacre, and the arrest of black leaders.[61]
– In the United States, five thousand black Americans marched through Baton Rouge, the state capital of Louisiana, in protest over discrimination at lunch counters and arrests of protesters by the police.[62]”
One would think the only news of any importance in all of human history according to Jews was what happened to Blacks taking over South Africa and in US, Louisiana, and how the Jews orchestrated it but never tell us on Jew Wiki! You see, a good “Creative Writing” book will have “secrets” revealed, but no one reveals the secrets of the Jews as I have done for you!
Well, after our house burned down and I came home from school, there was a most horrible sight. Even though the fire was upstairs, it traveled along the ceiling and caved in the ceilings on our home with all our belongings. I slowly walked in, alone, but perhaps God was with me, I’d like to think, and everything ruined. The few belongings we had that weren’t destroyed from Mama’s smashing, were now gone. We had nothing left! There was water gushing out from the ceilings above, so I didn’t dare walk a step further. It wasn’t long before one of my family was there telling me to go to my Auntie Josie’s for the evening. I walked slowly away from that home, perhaps wondering if the burning flames would burn away my horrible memories and now my memoirs so that I would someday be able to lead a normal life as I seem to think others are leading. Or do they hide their misery as I do? Something in me just didn’t want to go. I wasn’t ready to part with the problems that I had encountered for none of them were solved. But I bravely turned around and headed to 8526 Manistee, to Mama’s rich sister who owned a few buildings with a lot of apartment incomes, and “legal” immigrant boarders from Poland who paid her rent, and a husband that had a top notch job at the EJE railroad as an engineer.
I didn’t realize how badly I smelled from the singed hair and the smoked filled uniform. I remember that even a year later my teacher nun asked me if I smoked for I smelled like it. I said no, but was too young to realize that unless professionally treated the stench wouldn’t come out. I was glad that Mama was there and safe and that the ceiling didn’t cave in on her and kill her.
Even my Daddy was relieved, although Mama abused him terribly, and White husband battering is a rare topic of discussion or action, Daddy once told my sister Jeana, “My wife (meaning Mama) is a good woman and she’ll get over it!” My Daddy never stopped loving Mama nor she him.