After arriving in Tennessee…I was once again left behind. We were in a new place, my Mom had to start a new life, find a new job, and house, and it was just too difficult to take me along.
It is just temporary she said, just like when she dropped me off at Aunt Wilma’s.
I ended up living with my grandparents for about a year before she ever came back for me. She would visit of course, but even though I begged her to take me with her, she just couldn’t ever take me.
I loved my grandparents, and like my aunt before them, they did everything they could to try to keep me happy (including dancing around the kitchen together and signing a song that said something about froggy and he could ride). They did their best, but I was always worried about my mother and wanting to be with her. I had taken care of her for so long, it was difficult to be on my own without her at nine-years-old.
Grandma and Grandpa used to send me to church when the church bus came around. They never went with me, but always sent me alone. New places, where I knew no one- great times! However, I did learn about Jesus and his sacrifices. This is also the time that my paternal Aunt and grandmother bought me this picture (above) which depicted two children crossing a scary bridge but with a guardian angel protecting them. This helped me to believe that Jesus would also always stand by and protect me. Many times in the future I would look up to this picture and pray for Jesus to protect me and my mother…but that’s another story.
When my mother finally got settled (and a new boyfriend), she decided to take me back, so that we could be a family. I was so grateful to finally be back with my mother, but how long would this happiness last…
Do you have any pictures that meant a lot to you? Did you ever ride the church bus to church, and how was it for you?
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