PART ONE AND TWO.........
I was the sixth of seven kids, my mom had me in her mid thirty's. Ever since I was little she said I was entirely different from any of her other six. I am the only one she nick named and for that name (which has stuck all my life )you will have to tell to me something close and unknown! lol What she did not want to see in me was that some of the people I would tell her stories of were to her nonexistent, I did not know until many years later that well, I could see and hear ghosts ever since I was very young as early as three.
I would know what and when my mom was to say something which also rattled her a lot. I can also find almost anything lost, and I even know if it is still in the house or on the property, my children think I have this talent because I am a mom but they do not realize I have been able to do this all my life.
My sister and I were separate from our siblings while growing up do to the span of years between us.I think my oldest sister is twenty years older than me.As a child I would bring bums home for mom to feed, when I was seven or so, it would scare her death I would say," but he's hungry!." I grew up in and then after 7 we moved to the high desert above PS.
A Small town called Joshua Tree and we lived 12 miles out of that small town, at night there were no other lights from anywhere. I lived on Saturn street just after The Milky Way, next to Polaris Drive and we could see Valley of the Moon (no kidding here) where halfway down and at the base was all pristine white sand dunes you could see it from ten miles away in the daytime and on a moonlit night.We would always see moving lights in the sky and that was just normal, this was in the 70's as there were not any moving satellites yet.
Giant Rock airport was 2 miles away(this is now a famous spot for UFO enthusiasts.) It is a dry lake and huge like a mile wide and a mile long with a huge boulder at one end, the boulder was as big as a two story house. Lots of landings there and not by planes!
PART TWO:I left off at about eight I guess and I referred earlier to Nonexistent persons that confused my mom. This one I call Grandma patches: When we lived in PS we lived in the last old track of houses that they had not bulldozed for the rest of what is Palm Canyon Drive, today. Everyday, I visited with this wonderful old lady, she told me early on to call her Grandma Patches. I guess I was about 5 at the time.She had this wonderful, clutter filled little house across the way from us. It was filled with knick knacks of all kinds; unusual old curios and what must have been Original Kimble's and dolls (all porcelain) and glass cabinets full of beautiful china.
She made quilts(hence patches) and she had bird feeders in the little backyard with a porch swing and it attracted all kinds of humming birds(which I have loved all my life because of this) She would bake me green apples with a cinnamon mixture and the best homemade hot chocolate in this world.Oh and she gave me Ovaltine too. G. patches told the most wonderful stories and had sayings that made me laugh and for 2 years she raised me, really.I guess my mom thought she was a character from a story or something out of a book so she just smiled at me when I would tell her of what we did that day.
When all the house's and land were bought up to be developed and we were all packed, I was upset and crying repeatedly asking my mom. "But who is gonna help Grandma with all her stuff?" My mom sat down with me and asked why was so upset and I kept telling her of G. patches and we needed to help her as she was all alone. My mom got frustrated, I think and asked me to take her to this persons house. I led her to the house across the way.
At the time I did not realize what my mom was looking at( as many years later we discussed this) It was an old abandoned house with vines covering nearly all the front and it was literally unsafe and crumbling at the edges.
My mom got upset and said"This is where you have been playing?" I nodded and she pulled me home as I was crying about G. Patches.She kept telling me this person did not exist and no one had lived there in all the time we had been in that neighborhood.
As we drove away the next day, I indeed remember Grandma P. waving to me from her front steps. I cried for day and nights over her. Never knowing that either she was not real or she was from a past or a ghost? Till many years later, on a visit to my Mom( I was about 25) the subject of quilts came up and I went into the story (such a fond memory of my childhood) of that kind old lady and my mom became pale and quiet and we discussed it then as she explained what she knew of and what she recalled.That is when the other story came out, too.As I needed someone of that time, to tell me what they knew of my strange childhood (as I now call it)
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