Thursday, July 31, 2003

Secret Origins

Part 1


I've always been a fan of the quirky. I wish I could tell you how it all got started, but I know it all started as a child. I just had an inquisitive nature that my older siblings thought and still think of as, not natural. Ok, not Dahmer natural, but just plain weird. I was born a middle half child in an already established family whose father had died. I showed up, I believe, just three years after his death. If I'm wrong on this, I know I will be corrected very quickly.



For the most part, it was all of us in the house, and I was treated as the Golden Child by my dad, Eric. If I could, I would write an entire blog based on his adventures and stories. Most of them, being stories, as in fabrications, as I found out when I found out when I was older. However, my mom, Sara put up with them, for the most part. But, she never put up with his crap, either. She was the pure definition of a Strong Woman. She raised a house full of kids by herself when her first husband, William had passed and did a wonderful job of making sure we had a hot meal and clothes on our backs. And, there was alot of backs to be covered. In order of age, circa 1966, was Shirley, Anthony, Linda, Gail, Patricia,Jackie,and Gwendolyn, who we called "Peanut", as she was the baby of the family, or so they thought. Little did they know that the biggest nut of the of the family was about to be born on June 14.



Sara met Eric in 1964. the family had just moved to Montgomery and 41st street, just next to Anne Bryant, who would soon be my future grandmother. Her son, Eric had just returned from NYC, where he made a living. Now, as a kid, he told me he was a New York cop, and had fasinating tales of his time on the force.



Now, I must stop here and ask you to ponder this. I, as well as other kids, idolized my father. He was probalby the greatest man who ever walked the face of the Earth, next to Jesus, Superman, and Ali. His adventures had me glued to the seat, telling me of shootouts, arrests, fights and more. He was everything I wanted as a father. What a man!



Now as I got older I found out that the whole thing was a lie. It kept me entertained and quiet as a kid. I got duped. There are times now were I wis I could have traded him in for Ali. At least I would be a better fight to match my big mouth.



Anyways, the short of it was Dad sees Mom, Mom sees Dad, Dad scmoozes his way into Mom's heart, Mom digs him and falls into his web, kids think Dad's a louse, but he comes around anyway, Mom finds out she is having a baby and Voila! Samuel Marquieth Johnson is born.



It's been a wild ride ever since...



TO BE CONTINUED...

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