i ask people, if they remember being a baby. sad to write, nobody has ever said yes. so i decided to look it up one night online, i think, i typed something like "does anyone remember being a baby?" lol. whew. i was so happy to find that there are others out there who do. thot i was only one in the world lol :P
I have so many vivid memories of my babyhood, all good and bad. I remember being ill and in the hospital all the time. My first few months of life was spent at the hospital. My mother told me she was finally able to take me home when I was 3 1/2 months old. geez. i didn't like being there *shiver* those old, steel cribs they used, the ones that became jail-like when the sides were lifted and locked. i was soo happy when my mother came to visit me. i really loved the new pants she bought me to wear when she took me home. checkered brown pants *L*
when I was finally home. i was crawling all over the place. lol. exploring. i remember this one time, i got out of the house and crawled to the shed in the back. i got to the door, stood up, and opened it. there sat a big, big man, sitting on a armchair. drinking beer. he was all drunk. i just stood there lookin' at him. he saw me and tried askin' me to come over. he was just laughing really loud, i remember his stomach shakin' lol. i closed the swing door and crawled back to the house real fast. lol. he sure scared me. i told my mother about this when i was about 12. she looked at me all surprised *L* she said, his name was Andrew and that he was one of my dad's drinking buddies. she also told me that he passed away long time ago. i described him good. she remembered him.
here's a funny one...lots of times, i remember crawling by my father as he lay passed out, naked on the couch. lol. seeing his big butt each time i passed by. haha. my sister just laughs about that. i really surprise her too with my memories. yea, we have such a good time when we talk about our parents. things she thought she only knew. i really got her laughing hysterically once when i mentioned, his crazy dance. dancing around all naked and sometimes wearing a mask. lol. it use to scare me, at first, but eventually i knew it was my father. he use to love painting in the nude also. lmao.
yea, my karazy father. he was very eccentric. some of the things he did was shocking especially back in those dazes, days! most of my cousins were terrified of their Uncle Norval. lol. we'd be at my grandparent's place in Cochenour, as soon as they see him coming, everyone would split. hide! lmao. he had such a presence. his voice boomed, i use to love listening to him talk and laugh. ARHH! ARHH! ARHH!! but i was never scared of him cause he was my daddy. i already knew his craziness lol :D
i was born in Cochenour, Ontario. across the lake was a smaller settlement called MacKenzie Island. we use to have to take a ferry to cross. that's where my parents lived when i was born in 1968. my parents split when i was about 3 years old. they separated and eventually divorced. my mother never remarried nor did my father. the price of fame and cash took her husband and our father away. he drifted into that kind of life. it fueled his alcoholic addiction to the fullest. we did see him, throughout our childhood and into adulthood. it's not like we never seen him or had any contact with him again.
i grew up in Red lake and in Balmertown, Ontario. gold mine towns. my mother met a man named Joshua Hudson (d.aug. 13/09), who helped her raise us, until we hit our teens. they eventually parted because she wanted to move back to Sandy Lake and he to Sachigo Lake. we lived there for a few years, and then eventually Keewaywin. my mother lived in here for awhile, but got too sick to stay. she moved to Winnipeg and i eventually went to care for her along with my brother Christian and his family. we lived there for about 6 years until her death in 1995.
my father use to call her too. i'd hear her laughing and would wonder "who's she talking to?" lol. she would hand me the phone and say "gid-da-da", your father. you see, even then, they talked and forgave each other. they even wanted to get back together. there was still love there. he also called us when she passed away, we were all in keewaywin at that time, took her body home for burial. a band councillor came over and said your father is gonna call. he wants ya'll to come to the band office. he was very sad and was weeping on the phone. he still loved my mother very much.
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