I only knew Tom for such a short time. We met in the year 2000 – shocking that it took so long. But, adopted children don’t have much luck running their biological family down. Back in the 1950s and 1960s it was tough to locate them because of so many federal and state laws prohibiting [...]
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In Memory of My Brother Tom
Posted in Childhood Experiences, Cynical Humor - Children of the Foster System - We Are Different - We Are Strong, tagged biological brother, dick hawyard, lasvegas, my brother, patti redd, searching for biological family members, tom hayward on December 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Christmas Morning
Posted in Childhood Experiences, Employers and Employees, tagged christmas, christmas party, employee party, las vegas, merry christmas from desert specialty rigging, nevada, patti redd, secret santa on December 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
‘Tis the time for childhood memories. After all, isn’t Christmas one of the best times of the year for a child? …at least, it should be. Unless you live with scrouges or a Jehovah Witness, and well then – you’re pretty much screwed out of Christmas altogether.
Yesterday afternoon we had a little company Christmas potluck [...]
Smoking – Quit That!
Posted in Childhood Experiences, On Growing Older - For Good or Bad, Quitting Bad Habits, tagged las vegas, nevada, patti redd, quit smoking on December 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I smoked for over 30 years. Looking at a picture of me when I was a little tyke, I think to myself, “can you imagine a small child lighting up a cigarette and putting that in her innocent little mouth?” Weird thought I know. . . but ex-smokers are prone to strange thinking. Just imagine seeing [...]
Family – Biological
Posted in Childhood Experiences, Cynical Humor - Children of the Foster System - We Are Different - We Are Strong, On Growing Older - For Good or Bad, tagged adopted, adopted child, adoption, biological famly, childhood, family, foster, foster child, foster children, foster homes, las vegas, meeting father for the first time, nevada, patti redd, tad9 on November 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Blood Relatives - I met my biological family within the last decade. It was scary, thrilling, and great.
My first meeting was with Tom Hayward – who was my half-brother. …”gotta tell you, my brother was way cool.” …
Then, I was able to meet my biological father Dick Hayward. It was strange and quiet…interesting to note that he was [...]
More on Family (50 Years Plus Later!)
Posted in Childhood Experiences, tagged adopted child, dad, family, father, finding family after many years, love, mom, mother on May 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I found out that I had a pretty good looking father and a beautiful mother.
Pictures of them together that I finally have after 50 plus years make me smile. Looking at them back in the 1950s – knowing that they loved each other and had happiness together (at least for awhile!).
Sometime when you have the [...]
What if I had Turned Right Instead?
Posted in Childhood Experiences, tagged politically correct honesty hippie yuppie, running away from home, teenager on April 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
What if YOU Had Turned Right Instead?
Do you ever wonder what would have happened to you back in your teens if you had of done just one thing completely different than you actually did?
I do.
And, don’t kid me…you do too.
What if you had turned right instead of left? What if you hadn’t had sex with your [...]
Childhood and Crimes
Posted in Childhood Experiences, tagged adopted, child, childhood, crimes, foster, foster child growing up, foster homes, growing up, patti, patti redd, punishment, redd on January 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Theft and lying. Those are the top two crimes of childhood.
Where it all begins is taking someone else’s shit. And, then deny it. Often the first attempt at this childhood crime is quite juvenile.
Well, what’s to be expected of an unpracticed adolescent?
Improvement begins immediately after the first beating or measureable and memorable punishment.
Elevation in my [...]