I mentioned in a previous post that we weren’t allowed to go to other people’s places or have anyone over to our place. I don’t really understand the reasoning for this, perhaps we would glimpse what life was like beyond the dark side? Maybe Mom couldn’t handle having more than two children around at any given time.
All I know is our “social circle” was limited to visits to our foster Mother’s relatives. Specifically Uncle D and Aunt W who lived on a farm somewhere out Brantford way I believe; Uncle B and Aunt M who lived in Richmond Hill and had grown children (Michael & Caroline) and my foster sister’s family which was the only one with children albeit they were younger than us.
Aunt W & Uncle D had a piano which I spent hours playing around on avoiding at all costs sitting down to a meal with them. Their dishes always had bits of food some previous meal stuck to the place which made my stomach churn. I get the creeps just thinking about it.
Aunt M had this beautiful halo of pure white hair. Apparently she went completely white after some trauma when she was a teenager or young adult. Uncle B would let me stand on his feet while he danced me around the room. The memory brings tears to my eyes. I really liked going to their house, guess I felt cared for. Now I’m going to bawl my eyes out. You know that deep sobbing that just takes over your whole body…that kind! ‘Cept I’m going to have to get control because the house cleaners will be here any moment. Oh damn, here they are. Get a grip!
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