I really can't take it anymore

09.29.05 (10:22 am)   [edit]

I just can't take it any more.  While I love all the friends I have made along the way, I regret to say I am moving my Blog.  I have Already moved my posts, and am working on moving the extraneous information.  I will continue to visit and blurt, and read, but if you follow my meanderings and would like to continue to do so, you will have to visit my new blog.  It is located at http://boomersangel.blogspot.com/" title="http://boomersangel.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"http://boomersangel.blogspot....  I paid for a premium membership here at Tblog, and I feel like I got screwed royally.  But, I guess you live and you learn and when absolutely necessary, you move on.  Blogspot is run by Google, so at least it is maintained and I Feel reasonably comfortable that my words will not just up and disappear one day.  If you are equally fed up with Tblog, feel free to check it out as well, as it is free, and is a lot more stable and user friendly. 


Melis

Finally a new post....

09.28.05 (12:39 pm)   [edit]

So I made friends with the little boy down the street. Some how, even thought my mother provided poor example of healthy relationship between the opposite sexes, we had a fairly good friendship that I can recall. I must say however, it was very short lived. If it were up to me, or him I would imagine, we would probably still be friends today, but, life circumstances sometimes, most times, dictate the way things will go in your life, whether you like it or not. It was not in the cards for us to be friends for very long, in fact, my roots have never been sewn very deep anywhere, with anyone, friend, family or otherwise.


I remember playing with my friend outside a lot in our side yard, in his yard, and in his house. We did a lot of outdoor/boy stuff together, because I was not a doll person so much and I did that stuff with my little sister when she was left in my charge. We were out on his porch playing with his cars one cool October evening. He had the really awesome miniature type hotwheels type cars and we loved to race them on his porch. My Mom had come downstairs and was walking around the side of our house when we saw Fred pull up in his El Camino. I guess my mom was coming to get me for dinner or to tell me it was time to come inside because that was usually the only reason she came out and around that way. Fred got out of the car and walked up to my mom real close and was looking real mean at her. We could’nt hear what he was saying to her because they were too far way, but I knew it was not nice by the look on his face, and the fact the my mom looked like she wanted to run away from him. They stood talking like that for what seemed like forever, but was actually only a couple of minutes. My mom kept shaking her head like she was telling him no. All of a sudden Fred tried to grab for my mom’s arm and my mom backed away from him. He screamed her name and then started chasing her through the yard. The whole time this was going on she was telling him stuff like "No, I don’t want to", "I can’t go with you" , "It is over". He did finally get a hold of her and I saw something shiny in his hand that he was holding close to her, but I did not know what it was. I started to get really worried because he was taking her toward his car. I thought he was going to take her somewhere and leave us all alone for good this time. Fred almost had my mom all the way in the car when a police car came speeding down the street and screeched to a stop in front of Fred’s El Camino. I thought "Boy, we are lucky this time!" …….

Life

09.21.05 (9:30 am)   [edit]
Sorry I have been MIA lately, Life has decided to run me over like a MAC Truck and then back up for a second run at me.  I promise to get back to the story this evening.  Unless, of course The truck continues to chase me!!

Moving On Again...

09.16.05 (9:57 pm)   [edit]

We moved on from Walnut Street to 901 15th Street.  It was not that far of a move, but it was in a better neighborhood and we had our own yard, sort of.  We lived in a house that was split into an upstairs downstairs duplex.  We lived upstairs.  We had a porch and we could use the front and back yards as much as we wanted.  We only had to share the yards with the two little boys that lived downstairs and they were very nice.  When you walked into our apartment from the porch, you walked right into the kitchen.  We had a small Formica top table with vinyl and chrome chairs.  We also had one of those stools that you could sit on or use to climb on to reach something in a high cabinet.  The hallway went right down the middle of the apartment like a knife splitting it in two ending at the attic door.  The bathroom and my Mom’s room were on the left and the living room and my sister and my bedroom was on the right.  There was a tiny bit of a jog in the hall way where there would have been a staircase to go to the first floor, but it was closed off, since it was a duplex now.  There was a heater vent in the floor and when my mom would have to leave us at home alone, we would talk to the boys down stairs through the vent.  It would keep us from being lonely.   This happened a lot in the summer as I guess she could not afford to put us in daycare.  I was seven and I was a very responsible child.  Truth be told, I was probably more responsible than my Mother at times.  I know I could cook macaroni and cheese, remember, this was 1977 and we were not rich so we are talking stove cooking. My mom trusted me to do a lot.  I walked up the block to the Stop-n-Shop to get us milk and stuff, or sometimes I would be allowed to get us a treat.  We were allowed to walk up to the park on the corner of 15th and Rowland as long as I wore my watch.  That was about two blocks away.  I had to have my watch so I could be home at the time my Mom said.  I remember the people that lived below us.  They were Greek and them man was our landlord.  His name was Elias Paxos.  In the mornings sometimes my Mom would drop us off downstairs and the lady would watch us.  Elias spoke pretty good English but his wife did not.  One morning, probably one of the first ones, she was feeding us breakfast.  She was giving us eggs and toast and milk.  She asked us something about our breakfast and I did not understand.  I looked at Elias and he told me that she wanted to know if we wanted it warm.  I assumed she meant our eggs, so I said yes.  I could not imagine eating cold or even raw eggs.  When our breakfast was put in front of us, I took a drink of my milk and thought I was going to throw-up.  I found out very quickly, that it was my milk that I said I wanted warm.  So from then on we had to drink warm milk because she never asked again.  I do not remember having any friends specifically besides the little boys downstairs, who were way younger than me, and one little boy that lived a house or two down the street.  I hung out with him a lot.  He was like my buddy.  Whenever Fred came around and did something to upset my Mom, I would confide in this boy.  Just being able to tell someone else what was going on in my life was a comfort to me even if there was nothing he could do to help me or my family.  I really liked this having this kid as a friend.  In the weeks ahead I would find out that he would be more of a strength to me than I would ever know.

And now back to the program….

09.16.05 (10:20 am)   [edit]

So when we last left you we were living in the apartment on Walnut. Since writing that memory or reciting that memory for you, I have come across some facts that I have conveniently forgotten. I am sure I read these facts once or twice or even a million times, but for some reason they had slipped my mind.


For those of you that may think that I am writing a "story", and not re-telling real-life events as I recall them, or as close to the truth as they happened, or even exactly as they happened, I feel compelled to included a reference at this point. In order to establish a timeline, which I have thus far been unable to do, I refer to an article I have unearthed from the Canton Repository (Canton,Oh) Thursday January 11, 1979 written by Pamela Zander (Sanity at time of crime issue in xxx murder case.) The article and its relevance will be much clearer in later entries, however for this entry the pertinent information is in the ending two paragraph’s. "Mr. McGuire took the stand and said he did go to the trailer home his wife shared with Fix, but Fix "started swinging" and he left after a tussle. According to earlier testimony, Mrs. McGuire and her two daughters at one time resided with Fix at his trailer home but moved out and took the 15th St. home. She was divorced from McGuire in March of 1977.


Now from February/March of 1977 until October of 1977 my mother, my sister and I lived in four different places. One place was with my mom and dad, one was with my mom and her boyfriend Fred, and two were supposed to be just us girls trying to make a better way. According to the newspaper article, my dad had a "tussle" with Fred at his trailer, which was probably either the cause for our moving on, or because we were trying to move out. At the apartment on Walnut, where we lived way up on the fourth floor, my dad came to my mom’s rescue again. I do not know how, what, or why, but I know he ended up back down at the bottom of the stairs and I was told latter in life he ended up with stitches because of that "tussle" with Fred. Fred liked to Box and lift weights and he had a terrible temper. Some of my family told me( when I was an adult) that he used steroids to bulk up, so that may have accounted for a lot of his hostility, that and the fact that he did not want anything to come between him and my mother. Anything he thought was doing that he took as an attack and fought back hard and fast and ruthlessly. Even though my mother broke it off with him numerous times he had it in his mind they would be married. My Mother did finally break things off with Fred, at least as far as she was concerned. She even began seeing another man named Don whom she met while working at the Hoover Company as an inspector. Everyone thought things were over with Fred and my Mom, everyone except Fred.

Just wanted to let ya know...

09.14.05 (3:03 pm)   [edit]

I am still here.  I have been a little of of sorts and a little out of commission.  But I am getting things(myself) back together, with the help of my wonderful partner, and I should be able to start the memory recording process again very soon.  So for those of you that are awaiting the continued writings, I apologize for the delay, but I will be back up and running shortly.  Just pretend we are on commercial break!!  :P


Melis 

Micellaneous Memories

09.07.05 (12:25 pm)   [edit]

Miscellaneous Childhood Memories:







These are things I remember about my childhood that are either good, bad or indifferent that don’t fit in. They either don’t fit into the timeline, or they don’t fit in with other memories or they just don’t go with the other stuff.


I used to play out behind one of our houses/apartments. I do not remember there being a yard so much, but there was a gravel driveway and there was a fence of some sort that separated our space from the neighbor’s space. On that fence grew the most fragrant flowers. They were pink and they reminded me of my great-grandmother Neff. I found out much latter in life after smelling them in someone else’s yard and being drawn back into that memory, that they were tea roses.


I also loved spearmint/peppermint plants. We have one growing wild somewhere I used to live. It could have been the same place; it might have been somewhere else. I remember one day brushing against it. I could smell mint chewing gum everywhere! I figured out quickly that the smell was coming from the leaves on this bush at my feet. Being the tomboy that I was, I plucked off one of the leaves and sniffed it tentatively. I decided it smelled just like chewing gum and must be perfectly safe for chewing. And that is exactly what I did. I snatched a couple of leaves and balled them up and into my mouth they went. I do remember my mom getting a little perturbed with my green teeth, but it was worth it.


When I was really little, I think before my sister was born even we had a German Shepherd named King. I used to ride him around like he was a horse. I guess to me, and my little size, he was a horse!!


During the holidays, we got to have our pictures taken with Santa at the mall just like other kids, I do not specifically remember that, but we have pictures of it. What I do remember, is having Santa come to our house and visit us in our house on Christmas Eve. He would come and see if we were being naughty or nice, and ask what we wanted for Christmas that year. It was very cool. Thankfully he was pre-informed of our lists so he was always well prepared. One year I was in bed already because I had gotten into trouble. I haven’t the foggiest idea what I had done wrong, but I knew I was going to miss Santa, and he wasn’t going to have any idea what to bring me. Oh, no I thought what if they told him I was naughty when he got here and I didn’t get anything at all? I was heartbroken. I cried myself to sleep. Later on I was awoken by a little shake. As I rolled over and opened my eyes I saw Santa and my mom. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing things right. I was, sure enough Santa was standing beside my bed. He heard I was having a rough time he had said and he wanted to tell me that everyone has a bad night and as long as I promised that I would try my hardest to do better, he would not hold one bad night against me. I promised him I would be good from then on and hugged him and rolled over and went back to sleep. The next morning I was the first one awake and in front of the tree. I remember getting a sock monkey and a big stand up doll that was as tall as I was. We have pictures of that doll in the corner of the room, always naked! I guess we forgot to ask for doll clothes!


More to come when the memory strikes!

The Yellow Curtains of Walnut Street

09.03.05 (5:44 am)   [edit]

The place on Walnut St. was a very drab lonely place.  It was located downtown across the street from an old mansion that was scary by nature and thus turned into a haunted house.  The building we lived in was a gray four story building.  When you walked up the crooked cracked sidewalk toward the building you saw eight windows on the left, eight windows on the right and in the middle, a steel door with a screen door that was permanently ajar.  All the windows had yellowed roll down blinds keeping their contents private, except two.  All the way up on the fourth floor on the right there were bright yellow curtains on the windows.  They were the only two windows that showed a definite sign of life.  The inside of our apartment was very small. I do not remember a lot of detail about the inside.  I do remember that we had a lot of locks on the door.  I remember that our, my sister and I, bedroom had two beds, side by side.  I remember they were really close together, barely enough room to walk between them. 


 


This apartment was not in a great neighborhood, which is why we had all the locks I would assume.  It was the best place that that my mom could afford on what she was making working at Hoover’s factory.  She could only work when we were in school, so I am sure it was tough.  Fred was no longer allowed to come over.  I was glad.  I was scared of Fred.  Not so much because of what I thought he would do to me, but I was afraid for my mom.  He would be so nice and loving one minute and then turn completely in the blink of an eye.  When he got angry, he got really angry.  He was like a monster. 


 


The one thing I have learned about my mom is that she did not have very much will power, and she was always searching.  I am not sure what all she was searching for, but acceptance and love were certainly at the top of the list.  Even though Fred was not allowed to come over, he did.  Sometimes he got to come in and sometimes not.  Sometimes when he came in he was ok the whole time.  One time my Aunt Candy was over when he got to come in.  It was one of the very few times we had a good time with him.  He played with us and threw us up and down on our beds.  We had pushed them together so they were one big bed.  I remember being happy.  That feeling did not last long unfortunately.

Doing our Part...

09.01.05 (8:19 am)   [edit]

Below Is what my office is doing to help with the relief for those suffering the devastation of Hurricane Katrina and the press release from our corporation showing their commitment to corporate giving.  I am looking through my brief case and my desk drawers now to see what I can contribute!


Melis


Below is a press release about Commerce Bank's "Coins for Caring" Program to aid the victims of Hurricane Katrina. To help with this effort, CCMI has a red box located by the executive offices here at One Commerce Square, where we will be collecting loose change to support the American Red Cross.


We will take the coins to the local Commerce store...count it in the Penny Arcade, and donate the full amount to this emergency relief effort.


Thanks in advance for your generosity in helping those who really need our support during these difficult times.....


 


Commerce Bank Launches 'Coins for Caring' Program to Aid Victims of Hurricane Katrina


Thu Sep 1, 2005 9:24 AM ET


Commerce Bank Launches 'Coins for Caring' Program to Aid Victims of Hurricane


Katrina


CHERRY HILL, N.J., Sept. 1 /PRNewswire-FirstCall/ -- Commerce Bancorp,


Inc. (NYSE: CBH) announced today that it has launched a "Coins for Caring"


campaign to support the American Red Cross efforts to aid the victims of


Hurricane Katrina, which slammed the United States' Mississippi Gulf Coast


region earlier this week. Commerce will match contributions up to a total of


$50,000.


(Logo: http://www.newscom.com/cgi-bi...)


Throughout the month of September, Commerce will encourage anyone with


spare change to use the bank's free Penny Arcade coin counting machines and


then donate all, or a portion of, the money to the emergency relief effort.


Penny Arcades can be found in all of Commerce's nearly 350 stores located


throughout the Metro Philadelphia, Metro New York, and Metro Washington, D.C.


markets.


The self-service, easy to use Penny Arcade machines convert loose change


into dollars and are conveniently located next to the teller counter at every


store. In addition, all Commerce stores are open seven days a week, including


the upcoming Labor Day weekend and Monday, September 5.


"With a disaster of this magnitude, the need for aid is enormous and


immediate," said Commerce Bank's Founder and Chairman Vernon W. Hill.


"Assisting people in need is a vital element of our longstanding community


service heritage, and we hope to rally the support of many people throughout


the markets we serve. Together we can provide much needed assistance to the


countless victims whose lives have been devastated by this life-altering


storm."


All funds collected will be used by the American Red Cross to directly


benefit the victims of Hurricane Katrina.


About Commerce Bank


Commerce Bank, "America's Most Convenient Bank," is a leading retailer of


financial services with nearly 350 convenient stores in New Jersey, New York,


Pennsylvania, Delaware and new markets Connecticut, Washington, D.C., and


Virginia. Overall, Commerce plans to open 50-plus new locations and create


1,800 new career opportunities throughout its footprint in 2005. The bank


will expand into southeast Florida in early 2006. Headquartered in Cherry


Hill, N.J., Commerce Bancorp (NYSE: CBH) has $33.4 billion in assets and, in


second quarter 2005, achieved a deposit increase of 28% and earnings per share


growth of 15%. For more information about Commerce, please visit the company's


interactive financial resource center at http://www.commerceonline.com...


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