CABL Forum - Don't Beat You Children

I know I've written about this before but there wasn't as many readers here then . My dad was airforce for how many years I don't know and there is not anyone left alive to tell me. ( its a biotch getting old) I've learned more about him since he died in 84 than I ever knew about him in the 27 years he was alive during my life time and that saddens the Duck . I knew more about my Uncle Doarn than my dad , My Uncle was 6'8' about 350lbs , he was a humongus man , he ran a Large Boys home in Hershey Pa. Some 300 boys if I recall it correctly , we only every went there once when I was a child , but I will never forget that huge Dairy Farm that the Boys that lived there ran . He also had a beautiful singing voice and once sang for President Rosevelt or Truman I can't recall which (TOO many Burns on the Brain , Thank God I now try to perserve brein cells not destroy them) . After my Dad died I found alot of paperwork that belonged to him that I had never seen . In the paperwork there was a job thing (I don't know what its called ) it stated he was supervisior of over 500 men , I knew he was Tex or Text Seargent before leaving the Air Force , to put in 33yrs at Cherry Point MCAS as what they call Civil Service at The Naval Air Rework Facility (NARF) He started as an Airplane mechanic worked his way up to Shop forman to the Position of Production Controlman a pencil pusher . I think his rank was a GS11 what ever that stands for , my uncles use to tell me he would have been much higher but your daddy won't kiss no as..s . I guess they did . I got alot of friends and reletives that work there , but not me , I figured it was what made my dad so mean. Because I know he took out his bad days on me , because my mother told me so . Sometimes he would beat me and I would be crying and I'd scream back at him "What was that for" he answer GP that stood for General Principle . The two worst beatings I ever took were when I was two and seven , when I was two we had got a new television it was in the living room , the family sat down to dinner before it was hooked up , I quickly ate my dinner and got up from the table before anyone else , the Tv's back then in 1959 were much different than they are today . I t had a Soild wood cabinet approxmaitely 19" wide by 29" tall by 40 inches long by a 22" screen that stood on chair type legs like you can turn on a Lathe , anyway , I tried to plug it into the wall socket (Crash) it flipped face first on to its screen , didn't break nothing ,thank god my dad would have probably killed me if it had . I took off running upstairs and hid under a bed . I can stiil in my mind see the coil springs on the underneath side of that old bed that I tried to hold onto as my dad drug me from underneath it and litterly beat the hel.l out of me . My mom the took me over to the old ladys house next door , her name was Ms. Gorham , she held me and loved on me and kept saying qiit crying Jerryboy it will be all right . That was one. The second occured when I was seven , I home sick from school with my dad as he had taken the day off from Cherry Point and my mother had gone to town shopping . My dad was working on a toaster in the kitchen . I was in my bed room ,in which there was a small attic door . I decided to move my Big dresser under it , so I could climb up into the attic to see my dads old Air Force Uniform that hung there on a rack . I did so , on my way back down , I slipped , I was a big boy I weighed 75 lbs in kindengarden , anyway , I had one of those big pickle jars filled with water and tadpoles on top of the dresser , when I slipped my big little butt , knocked the dresser over , and broke the jar , I was laying in the floor when my dad came running into the room , he says "YOU alright Boy " I answered yes , he had the toaster cord in his hand , he then grabbed me up and beat me with it some 15 odd lashes . Then he left the room , it cut me and welted my skin I recall still crying from this over 30minutes, still bleeding when my dad came back In and threatened to put salt and pepper into my wounds and beat me some more if I didn't shut the fuc. up crying before my mom got home. It seems like I got a beating nearly every dad for one reason or another all my life that I lived in my dads house . I moved out when I was seventeen because of it . I bought all my clothes from the time I was nine because thats when I started working . I wish my father could have been different , I hated my dad till the day he died because the way he beat me . I have forgiven him for it now but I will never forget him telling me so many time "I'd of killed you boy if it wasn't for your mother. "
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"WHITFIELD"

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