Some of my childhood chores and
activities I had growing up on a farm in southern Illinois kept me
very busy and tired most of the time. My daily chores were to feed
the livestock, the cats, and the dogs, every evening. Another daily
chore was to wash or dry the dinner dishes. Weekend chores were to
clean the house and clean out the horse barn. My winter chores were
to fill up coal buckets and then to carry the heavy buckets into the
house, then to take out the ashes from the coal burning stove and the
infancy to about fifteen years old, I was a child abuse victim. I was
beaten on a regular basis; my legs were always bruised, sometimes so,
I could hardly walk. If I slept late, my step dad would grab a hold
of my ankles and pull me out of bed until I hit the floor. He would
throw me in the air, gouge me in my ribs with his elbow, and kick me
in my back; he took away my school books and did not allow me to do
my homework, and my mother let this happen to me.
I was a child, not being allowed to do my school home work, I failed
the third grade spelling and was passed on because of my mothers
request. In the fourth grade, I was sent to the slow class. When I
was fifteen, I was sent to a private baptist christian school, where
I made As and Bs . Later, I attended Erwin Technical school studied anatomy, physiology, kinesiology, and made mostly As . Thank God for
my grade school teachers because they taught me to read at school with out home work. School was a good, safe, place for me.
When I was a student at Erwin, something very strange happened to me. After the first month, I made principal's honor roll; I was so happy that day! Then, my teacher asked me to come to her office and told me to not come back to class and to quit school. The happy smile left my face. I could not quit school I told her that I was going on a grant. Ms. Harrison even wrote a letter asking me to quit school after I was in a wreck, but my grades were all As and two Bs; I graduated!
How I became a taxi driver: my mother came home from church one Sunday afternoon and told me that a friend of hers from church asked if I would like to drive one of her cars / taxis? I replied, “No! No! No!” I felt frightened. At the time, I owned a house, but I didn't have transportation. So after about three months of walking in the Florida heat, I decided to accept the job, with then called Paradise Taxi of Dade City, Florida. After about three days, I thought, “this is the best job for me.” I lasted ten years.
During my career as a taxi
driver I had many experiences; some so mundane, I don’t remember, then there
were stories I just cannot forget, like the time I found two under age children
at the Seven-Eleven in Redington Beach, when I stopped for a cup of coffee. The
children were from Lakeland, they had lost their car’s driver when he was put
in jail. When I found them, they were sitting
outside the store, broke, no money, and no way to get home. I feared for
their safety and wellbeing, so I took them home, free of charge.
For much better health and good hygiene, hand washing is
very important to keep down the spread of germs. Personally,
I wash my hands before cooking and eating, after using the restroom or
pushing around a grubby germ laden shopping cart, and after a germ spreading
hand shaking session. Several other
things people can do to improve their health would be to walk daily, don’t over
eat and drink red wine in moderation. The
reason so many people disregard good hygiene, might be because they don’t fully
understand about the spread of germs, laziness, or perhaps they just don’t care.
Well, today is Valentine’s Day, and I keep thinking about
the story I just read for my developmental reading class, named, “Sweat.” The story takes place in South Florida in the
early 1900’s. It’s about a black wash woman named Delia, who always
sweats as she washes her white patrons’ laundry. Her husband, Sykes, is financially dependent
on her. He is also a wife beater, a
serial philanderer, and a party spend thrift, who always comes home broke. Sykes calls Delia, “an aggravating nigger ‘omen,”
and Delia calls Sykes, “a ovah berin niggah.”
I found the story “Sweat” very interesting.
I had a great weekend starting
Friday evening: I took my grandson to
Fossil Park in Saint Petersburg; he had baseball practice. The coach, the parents, and the grandparents,
said that they were very cold; I was very cold also, but it is worth going
through it for the children. Of course, I think my grandson is just
as cute now as when he was a baby. He said to me, “Grandma, look at how clean
my shoes are. I ran so fast that I didn't
even get any dirt on them.” I said, “Now
that was very fast, Ky-mani.”
Today is February 16th and I really can’t think
of anything to write about, but I know I had better come up with something soon
because it is now 10:16 pm. I think that
I should start reading the newspaper; maybe that would give me something to write
about. I just thought of the time a columnist called
and asked if I would give him a story about the scariest situation I had been
in while driving the taxi. I gave him a
story, and sure enough, I made the newspaper.
Maybe I could write about that story another time.
Well, I guess it’s back to telling taxi stories. At the
time, I really enjoyed driving a taxi; it was fun and exciting, and it paid
well. I have been told that Tampa is not
a cab town; in other words, people in Tampa, Florida, do not like taxi
drivers. Somehow, I find that strange. As far as I know, it’s an honest job; it
always paid the bills, and I had plenty of money. Also, my credit score was more than 700. What is not to like about that? I enjoyed it, so I guess that’s all that
There is nothing very exciting going on today; that’s probably
a good thing. I went grocery shopping
yesterday and I bought some really good food. I buy water at Publix because they sell it for
$0.75 a gallon. Recently I started shopping
at Aldi for groceries. They have some
really good buys and good food. Wow, the
way I get my food and water now is way different than I did in my childhood. Also, my surroundings are very different; I am
going to school in a big city and dodging automobiles in between classes. How my life has changed.
I started my day at 6:30 am and was in Saint Petersburg by
10:30. I took my daughter to pay bills,
first to her bank, then to pay off her car title loan, then to pay taxes on her
house, then to Amscot to pay off another loan, and finally stopped at Target to
buy baby diapers. By that time, it was
2:30 pm, and we stopped for lunch at Burger King, then picked up my grandson at
3:00 pm, and took him shopping at Play It Again Sports. Then, we were at Fossil Park from 5:00 until 7:15
Today was another good day; I slept in until 8:00 am, then I
got up and went shopping at Walmart. After
that, I went to Fossil Park in Saint Petersburg. Today was opening day for baseball. My grandson plays on the Timber Rattlers team
at Fossil Park. The park had a celebration
today: they had bounce houses and food
vendors, and they also had some other activities going on. I had a good time at the park, enjoyed some
good food, and my grandson’s team won. Then,
I took my grandson home, and after that, I went home to nap.
I slept in again today, and when I did finally get up, I
worked on my homework for school. After
that, I went gift shopping at Game Stop, where I bought three games for my grandchildren,
then I went to Walmart to pick up some hair color, tea, and some pasta. After the shopping trip was over with, I went
home and studied some more. After I
finished with my studies, I had a late lunch that I had bought at Walmart: chicken tenders, mashed potatoes with gravy,
and corn. Then, I drove to Saint
Petersburg to deliver the games.
Today was a good day.
I started the day off at 5:45 am.
I had a nice day at school, came home from campus and took a nap, then I
got up and finally ordered a computer off of the Internet. After that I ordered a pizza from Papa John’s,
and now I find myself working on my one hundred words homework for extra
credit. At first, I was afraid to try to
write one hundred words a day, but now I’m so glad I did decide to try. Before
I started this assignment I could hardly write at all.
Well, you must be thinking that I lead a boring life; I probably
do. I get up in the mornings, study and
go to school during the week, and I try to sleep in on the weekends. Nothing much happening today, and I’m having
a little trouble thinking about what I can write about. I have been sick lately, my feet and ankles
have been swelling up on me. I have COPD,
and the medication the doctor gave me made me sick. I don’t smoke cigarettes anymore, and I wish
that I had never started smoking those bad, bad, things.
Today was another day in the Sunshine State, also known as Florida.
I’ve always missed my hometown in Illinois;
I would have moved back many years ago, but my children were here, and my ex-husband
would not let me take them back, so I had to stay to be near to them and now they’ve
had their children here also. I think that
when I go on vacation, I will be sure to visit southern Illinois. I did go back home once, about two years ago,
and I had a really good time there, and also some really good food.
I did not sleep very well last night. I woke up several times. I had a sore throat; I think I may have gotten
it from being out at the baseball park. It
was cold out there from 5:00 to 7:30 pm Wednesday night, and not only cold, but
foggy, and there was a wet mist in the air. I thought that the game would have been canceled
with bad weather like that, but the boys played anyway. I really like taking my grandson and granddaughter
out to the ball park, but I will be glad when it warms up.
I am just going to
write down my thoughts for a moment. Today is February twenty-seventh, two-thousand-fifteen.
Wow, how time flies! I only have today and tomorrow left to write
one hundred words, and I will be finished writing. That’s good, and I will have finished my
homework for extra credit. Today I got
up early, did some homework, then drove to Saint Petersburg and ran some
errands for my daughter, Carolina, then brought my grandson back to Tampa, and went
to Game Stop in the mall to exchange a game.
Then it was time to go home, sweet home.
I got up early this morning at 6:15 am, and by 7:30, I had
taken my grandson to Al’s Barber Shop, where he got a haircut. He saw Superman’s picture on the barber shop
wall and said that was the kind of haircut he wanted. Then, by 9:00, I was at
Fossil Park in Saint Petersburg. Today
was picture day for my grandson’s team, but they got rained out, so no pictures
or game today. Then, my companion Ryan, my grandson Kymani, and I, went to
McDonald’s for breakfast, where I broke my tooth eating a sausage and egg biscuit.