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Looking Back Through the Window

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As the emergency alert sirens blasted through the neighborhood on Saturdays at one in the afternoon, I looked through the window. When I was young, I waited for my father to come by and pick me up for his four hours of custody time on those Saturdays. Never 5 hours, 3 hours, and not even 4 hours and one minute. My mother made it clear that he had only four hours a week and only between the hours specified by the court system after the divorce.

So I waited by the small, rectangular window looking out the front door for his car. He would be there on the dot at 1 p.m. just as the testing of the emergency sirens started to sound. Or he would not. Then the phone would ring as my mother answered and he told her he was not coming that week. That happened quite a few times.

One time I was surprised to hear my mother and grandmother, who were usually hateful toward my father, express sympathy toward me when he failed to show up. I was left looking out the window for nothing and they felt kind of sorry for me missing out on the time with my father. Sympathy and nurturing were never their strong suit, so I still remember their kind words.

My father found a girlfriend and liked to spend time with her rather than me. I guess I understood. Later when I had a child of my own, he said that taking care of a child was a lot of work. I can’t imagine how he would know. He spent such a small part of his life with me. When I got to be an older teenager, he didn’t come around for over five years.

I try to forget the past, but too often memories flood through my head. Even today, the sirens still sound their alarm on Saturdays warning us of potential disasters.

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Connie and I were the last two kids to live in our houses. We were the same age and only saw each other through the fence between our postage-stamp size backyards. She never came over to my yard to play and I never went over to her.

We passed a few small things back and forth between the fence, maybe some leaves or flowers or very small toys. We could never hold each other’s dolls. And of course human contact is not easy through chain link.

Was this fence the beginnings of the self-inflicted barriers I placed on my personal relationships throughout my life? Maybe it is why I crave isolation.

I suspect my mother and grandmother had their reasons for maintaining this barrier. They were distrustful and critical of other people. Better to keep a distance. Our two houses were destined for demolition so why bother to cultivate friendships? They would never go out of their way to find Connie’s new house and take me there for a visit. And they certainly wouldn’t want extra kids over at their house.

I still think about Connie at times and wonder what path she took in life. Does she remember the incarceration?

A Life Cluttered With Friends

Second-Hand Stories
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My friend Kate’s sister-in law, Margie, has debilitating arthritis and she and her husband, Tom, decided to sell their two-story home for a smaller, one-story one which will make it easier for them to get around.

I already knew this. What I didn’t know about Margie is that she loves gay guys. She has many gay friends and, by chance, her old house was bought by a gay couple.

Now Kate and Ben are rather traditional. Married over 40 years with two children, one boy, one girl. (Or maybe that’s the oddity these days, so many divorces, etc.) One time they went on vacation to South Dakota to find out they were smack dab in the middle of Sturgis bike week. They didn’t have a clue about this massive gathering. With their two young kids, they took off on their summer vacation and landed in this alcohol-infused, wild party. For months, I had fun calling Kate motorcycle mama. So I wondered, how do they feel about Margie and her friends?

Margie likes the gay couple that bought her house. They take turns with dinner parties, she visits them at her old house (now their new house), and goes out with these guys. New additions to her rather vast friendships within the gay community.

Kate said her brother seems to be a little jealous of Mary’s friendships with gay guys. I think that is only conjecture. Mary is quite happy with Tom and friends are friends.

I think gay guys like Mary because she is fun. I like her too. For one thing, she is never boring, great to talk to. I remember the time she spilled a beer on her foot at a party. She just owned it, make a joke of it, and kept on partying. Don’t cry over spilled beer.

She also collects antiques, tons of them. Things like a dress form outfitted in an old Wayne State University football uniform (moth-eaten of course) standing near her front doorway. She moved a lot of her collected treasures to her new house even though she is willing to sell them. She thought an antique yard sale in her new house would help her meet her new neighbors. I don’t know what her new neighbors thought of her varied and crazy collections. I hate clutter, but she has a collector-bug charm.

More than anything, she is happy and upbeat despite her health problems. She’s positive and accepting, an example of what we should all strive for. As for Kate and Ben, they shrug their shoulders and accept their modern family and friends.