Chapter Nine
Our
sixth move was to a house right across the street from the Children’s Science
Museum and near the Arts District of Fort Worth. It was a real step up from our
former neighborhoods.
The
house on Crestline Street was a return to the separate living areas. Our ears
were trained to run to our rooms behind the heavy quilts that covered the
doorways at the first sound of Clayton’s car driving up. He always walked into
a silent house. No one would have ever known there were four children hiding in
there. By this time, I was starting seventh grade, Lloydine was in fourth
grade, Lanita in second grade and Lonnie was in first grade, so we weren’t
little children anymore. Now that my siblings were older, it was a lot easier
for us to keep quiet and not get into trouble.
We were allowed to use the back bathroom but
it was right off the kitchen and there was no way for us to get to it directly without
being seen by Clayton if he was home. When he was there, we would use the side
door of my bedroom and walk down the driveway and around to the back door. The
kitchen was also available to us for whatever time Clayton was away. The
refrigerator in that house was old and rusty and would give you a slight shock
whenever you opened the door. Clayton rented houses that came with appliances. The gas oven was also a challenge for us. The stove
we had at the our previous was electric so we had to learn to light the gas one
and that proved to be hard! The pilot light was at the back of the oven
and by the time you turned the gas on, struck the match and then reached in to
light it, the gas would explode in a swoop and singe all the hair off your arm,
eyelashes and sometimes even your eyebrows. Lanita was the bravest of us all
and would volunteer to light it so I could cook.
Mother had to be at work early,
so she was gone when we got up in the mornings. She wore Cotillion cologne by
Avon and the fragrance hung in the air long after she left. Mother dressed
nicely and wore pretty clothes, nylon hose, high heels and jewelry and she had
a beautiful winter coat with a fur collar. Clayton was a sharp dresser, too,
and when you smelled his aftershave, you knew he was about to leave. That was
our signal that we would soon be able to go to the kitchen and bathroom.
As
soon as I got home from school, I would start preparing supper and when Mother
walked in the door after work, I would have a meal on the table.
One
of our favorite meals was hamburger loaf, mashed, boiled or baked potatoes, a
can of some green vegetable and Parker House dinner rolls. Mother and Clayton
shopped at an old grocery store in an all-black neighborhood that Clayton
claimed had the best food at the cheapest prices and would take all four of us
with them, only to be told we must sit in the car. We could never figure out
why they even bothered to take us with them.
He would buy hamburger, by the pound, which
was wrapped up in white butcher paper. I would take out one of the packages
before school in the morning and let it defrost until I got home. To cook it, I
simply unwrapped it, put it in a pan and sprinkled it with salt and pepper and
slid it in the oven. The dinner rolls were defrosted the same way and the
minute I walked in the house, I would set them on a baking sheet to rise. I
knew how to make tea from the time I was 6 years old. None of us grew up
drinking milk. It was never an option.
After
we ate, we would do the dishes and then go to our rooms. I spent my free time
either cleaning or reading.
By this time, I had read every single one of
the books by Laura Ingalls Wilder and all of The Boxcar Children so many times
I had practically memorized some of them. I would read Gone with the Wind and
Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson over again every year.
Dorothy
Parker was another favorite author of mine. I can’t remember the name of the
book I read and loved so much, but I remember some of what she wrote. She was
living in New York and wrote about entertaining friends. “It’s a small apartment;
I’ve barely enough room to lay a hat and a few friends.” Then she would talk
about keeping her milk outside on the fire escape as she had no refrigerator.
That did not keep her from entertaining her friends and hosting dinner parties.
Reading
her book made me feel better about the way we lived and how I had to improvise
with cooking our meals and keeping house. Instead of feeling poor and
impoverished, I felt rather sophisticated and glamorous. After all, if Dorothy
Parker used what she had and made do, then it was not so bad that we did, too.
It’s
funny the words, sentences and thoughts we remember and hold on to. For example, Parker said there was nothing
she wouldn’t do to be well spoken of. I took that to mean be kind to everyone
and be a helper to all who need you.
"Four
be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I'd been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Three
be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.”
Books were my
friends. They opened up worlds I would never have known had it not been for
them. Books both inspired and comforted me.
There was one
particular book I read every single day: the Holy Bible. It had, by far, the
biggest influence on me. I memorized scriptures and prayed daily. If I had not
had the comfort of certain knowledge that God loved and cared for me and that
my life was worthy because God had a purpose for me, I would have had a much
harder time during those years and the years to come.
By
seventh grade I was in junior high school and I continued to do well in most
subjects. Language arts came easily enough for me, but I was slowly falling
behind in math. I helped my sisters and brother with their homework and tried
to encourage them. When Lonnie started first grade, his teacher took one look
at him, literally just one, and said he would never be able to keep up with the
other students in her class. We were disadvantaged children with no one paying
any attention to us so it is not surprising that we struggled with school. I
was lucky in that I had good teachers. While reading was a pleasure to me, for
my sisters and brother, it was just one more burden to bear. Lonnie would bring
his little reader home and I would try to help him with it. Looking back on it,
I’m sure I did more harm than good. Whenever Lonnie would say “run”, it always
came out “one.” I would hit him with a hair brush and tell him to try again.
Bless his heart.
The
one big blessing in his life at that point was that he got to spend every
weekend with Aunt Winnie and Uncle Allison. Aunt Winnie was Granny’s sister and
they would take him to Lake Weatherford where Uncle Truman was building a lake
house. It was a little boy’s dream to watch his uncles and older cousins all
working together on a project. After working most of the day, they would stop
in time to go swimming and grill hamburgers or hot dogs and maybe do a little
fishing. This was to be the happiest time in Lonnie’s childhood. Aunt Winnie
loved him dearly and continued to ask Mother if she could adopt him. In time, Mother quit allowing Lonnie to see
them at all.
This
year was the most violent year at home, as I remember. Clayton did a lot of
mentally and emotionally cruel things. He kept a police scanner beside his bed
and would listen to it all the time when he was home. When he heard of
something traumatic happening anywhere near our neighborhood, he would yell for
all of us to get in the car, no matter what time of the day or night. Clayton would
take off with the tires screeching as he went chasing after the ambulance or
towards the crime scene. Clayton had a gun and sometimes he would stick his arm
out of the window with it and pull the trigger. The sound was deafening and
left us shaking with fear.
One early December day in 1961 we had put up a
Douglas Fir tree in the living room strung up with colored lights for Christmas.
Clayton had just left the house and we came rushing out from our bedrooms as
soon as we heard the front door slam behind him. Lanita was excited about
Christmas and crawled under the tree to plug the lights in, but she couldn’t
get the plug to stay in the outlet so the lights were blinking off and on. We
did not realize that Clayton had not pulled completely out of the driveway when
he spotted the lights going on and off.
I had gone to the bathroom off the kitchen when all of a sudden, we
heard his car pull back up and he was running up the porch and through the
front door. We took off back to our bedroom, there was no time to unplug the
tree. I left the bathroom so fast I forgot to turn the light off in there as
well.
He
barged in the front door yelling and screaming. He had seen Lanita and me from
the window so he called for us to come in living room.
Lanita
was scared to death and felt like it was all her fault. I had already picked up
my book, Gone With the Wind, and was still holding it in my hand. He made us both go in the small bathroom, where
the ceiling light was still burning, and watch while he shot out the light bulb
with his gun. “That’s what you get for messing with electricity,” he said. Then
he grabbed my book, held it up and shot a hole right through the center of it.
He threw the book back at me and stormed out of the house, yelling over his
shoulder, “That’s what you get!”
Lanita
and I went back to the bedroom and I started reading my book again as if
nothing had happened. Because of the trajectory of the bullet, the pages were
kind of stuck together and I had to carefully open the book and slowly peel the
pages apart so as not to tear them. I had read that book so many times that it
was easy to read around the holes in every page. Reading continued to be my one
true escape!
Before
this happened, we always felt like it was safe to come out of our room once
Clayton had left. But after this, we realized we were never safe.
Christmas that year was a rather
somber thing. After the lights episode with Clayton, we didn’t turn the tree on again. We seldom asked Mother
for things but this particular year, Lloydine wanted a pair of tights like the
other girls were wearing at school. Christmas came and went without gifts or
celebrations and not even a special dinner. It was just another day. A few days
later, while we were still out of school on Christmas break, Mother came in to
our room and threw a package to Lloydine and turned around and left without
saying a word. Her heart gave a happy leap when she saw it was a pair of black
opaque tights. She ran in and started to put them on. Her happiness was short
lived when she discovered they were too small. Tearfully, she went in to tell
Mother they didn’t fit and Mother just said, “Well, then give them to Lanita!”
Clayton
was so unpredictable that we never knew what was going to set him off. He
delighted in keeping us upset and he would lay traps for us. We never knew just
exactly what and where our boundaries were. Once he left the house, we thought
we were free to come out of our room. I would go first, pulling the heavy quilt
aside and going into the hall, then into
the dining room on the way to the kitchen.
It
was late one Saturday afternoon when Clayton finally left and I didn’t know
where Mother was, just that she wasn’t at home. I was in a hurry to get to the
kitchen and make us some sandwiches as we had run out of the crackers and
peanut butter I had stashed in our room to snack on. I had failed to notice
when I crossed through the doorway that Clayton had strung threads back and
forth from one side of the door jamb to the other, up from the floor to about
my knee height. I had stumbled through them and pulled them loose but the
threads were not broken.
I sat
down on the floor and slowly put each one back in place. Then I stepped up and
over them and went on to the kitchen and made sandwiches, brought them back and
called Lloydine to the door! I handed them to her and then stepped back over
the threads and into our room. This was just one more obstacle for us to deal
with before Clayton thought up some other way to torment us.
Mother and Clayton’s bathroom was to the left
of the little hall in front of our rooms. We were warned to never set foot in
there. One day I noticed Clayton had left the faucet dripping and it was
driving me crazy. I really thought it was an accident and that if I tiptoed in
and reached all the way across, I could turn it off. I did that. When Clayton
got home, he barreled through the front door and headed straight for the
bathroom. When he discovered I had turned the water off, he started yelling and
screaming. We stayed quiet and huddled in the closet. The next thing we heard
was running water. Then we saw water coming in under the quilts that covered
the doorway. The water spread across the hall floor and into our rooms, so I
took a broom and started sweeping it out the side door.
When
Mother got home, Clayton demanded that she give me a whipping. Mother took the
razor strap and came in my room. She put some clothes over a milkcrate that I
used as a bedside table and whammed the daylights out of it while I pretended
to cry with every blow.
April
of 1962 marked the 50th anniversary of Granny and Granddad. They married in 1912 when they were both 17
years old. Mother wanted to make a good impression on her family so she took us
to Levine’s where we all got one new outfit each. I was thirteen, Lloydine was ten,
Lanita was eight and Lonnie was seven. I have a photograph taken that day,
which I looked at while writing this chapter.
I was dressed in a little suit with a flower corsage and am wearing a
pair of earrings big enough to show up in the small photo! My hair is long, dark
blond and piled up on top of my head. I standing beside Mother, who is wearing
a dark dress with cap sleeves and a large corsage pinned on her right shoulder.
She, also has large earrings on and her short dark hair was nicely done.
Lloydine stands in front of Mother and looks so sweet in a chiffon bouffant
skirted dress and a floral headband. She also has a small carnation corsage.
Next to her and in front of me is Lonnie in a linen jacket, dark pants, white
shirt and a blue bowtie. Lanita stands on my right and looks so precious, with
a big smile on her face. Her dress and headband match Lloydine’s and she has on
white shoes and socks. To look at us, you would think we were such a normal
happy family.
The
celebration was held at Shirley and Doug’s house. Shirley was our Aunt Irene’s
daughter and we were excited to be able to see her new home. Everything was so
pretty! The table was beautiful, covered with a lace cloth and a centerpiece of
candles and flowers. There was a huge white cake and a large punch bowl
surrounded by little cups. We felt like grownups as we took our small slice of
cake and punch and found a place to sit out of everyone’s way while we ate. I
noticed there were small candy dishes filled with after dinner mints, the
pastel colors made them nearly too pretty to eat, but we did enjoy several of
them.
Granny
and Granddad sat on a small loveseat and everyone would go by and visit with
them. Families stood together while they had their pictures taken. Uncle
Truman, Aunt Alice, and their three oldest children, Paula, Joyce, and Anthony,
smiled into the camera. Their youngest daughter, Mae Ellen, is in another
photograph. It was a happy day and Mother was proud of how nice we all looked.
We were disappointed when it was time to leave. Our spirits dropped further
when we drove up to our house and saw that Clayton was home. We were back to
our real life now.
Clayton
despised me with a fierce hatred. I did so many things that annoyed him. I
snorted. He hated that. I was a Christian. He hated that. One day he called me
in and confronted me about my religion. He tried everything he could to
convince me that there was no God. No heaven. No hell. He ranted and raved and
when he was through cussing and carrying on, I gathered my courage and told him
the plan of salvation. I quoted Romans 3:23, “All have sinned and come short of
the glory of God.” I then told him what the Bible said in Romans 3:10, “There
is none righteous, no, not one.” And Romans 5:12, “Wherefore, as by one man sin
entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for
all have sinned.” I went on to quote
Romans 6:23, “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal
life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” And Romans 5:8, “But God demonstrates His
own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
Finally, I said Romans 10:9, “that if you confess with your mouth that Jesus as
Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, thou shalt
be saved.” Romans 10:13 promises “for
everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.”
Surprisingly,
Clayton had listened to every word I said without interrupting. When I asked
him if he believed, he seemed to consider, then shook his head and said, “No!
I do not believe!” He added that he didn’t think any of what I said was
true! I asked him, “What if it is? Where will you go when you die if
what the Bible says is true?” He responded, “Then I will go straight to
hell!” I told him I felt sorry for him and turned around and went back to my
room.
From
that time on, he doubled his efforts to discredit me and cause me to stumble. Clayton
told me I would be pregnant by the time I was 15 years old.
He
still owned a pool hall and he paid guys to come to my exterior bedroom door, there
was an outside entrance to the room where I slept along with my sister, Lanita.
The guys came one by one. Each one would try to talk me into letting him in or
he would ask me to come out. I remained quiet and told Lanita to stay silent. I
thought if they received no response, they would give up. Alas, the boys continued
to knock at the door at all hours of the night but I never once opened it.
14 comments:
In my opinion, clayton was a psychopath. What ever happened to him? You and your siblings are such a miracle after living through this!! It did not make you bitter or mean, your strength made you kind and wonderful people.
Hi Linda. Oh my, this is a heart breaking story. You are such a strong woman and have been through so much. I know that God looked down on you through the years and helped you, and protected and strengthened you! I am so glad you found L.D. and that you two have so much happiness together. Thank you for sharing your story. If you publish it on Amazon, let me know. I will be your first reviewer!
Again I have no words...only tears for what you went through and how from such a young age God had his hand on you! There will be a judgement day for Clayton and you did all you could to help him see a way for a new life in Christ. Loving you Linda and the courage you have to share your story with us.
It’s only God’s grace that you all survived!
Deanna Rabe
I can not imagine how horrible it was to live with Clayton. The hatred and cruelty that man showed is unreal. I don't get how a person can be so evil.
Oh Linda, I’m thankful you were able to rise above your cruel upbringing with God’s help. I do not know how anyone can treat children like Clayton did you and your siblings. It breaks my heart. God truly is our ever present help in times of trouble. So thankful for the life you have now. RHill, TX
You and your siblings are a miracle - for all of you to grow up loving and giving after such trauma is surely proof of God.
Oh, Miss Linda. I will be so very happy when I read the chapter that tells us that Clayton is out of your lives. From, Maryellen
I am like Maryellen, waiting for the chapter Clayton is gone.. your childhood is harrowing for me to just read it and not lived it. with my personality, things would have been much worse, I think God made you who you are to have someone to care for your siblings although thinking that makes me mad. I will never understand how God allows the good parents to die and the bad ones to live on and on.
You know, I've never wished any ill will on anyone before in my life, but I'm afraid I would have a very hard time being the least bit civil to that Clayton. I would like to hear that he finally got saved and that he asked for your forgiveness before he died, but I have a feeling that never happened. I guess I have to wait and see. He was definitely extremely mentally ill, and I can't understand why your mother stayed with him and subjected you all to that. They say "love is blind", and I guess it must have been for her. Or maybe she just didn't know everything he did. Wow. You do amaze me how strong you were. God certainly had His hand on you and His angels protecting you. (((hugs))) continue.
I agree with everything Pam said above. I am so sorry your childhood was like this. What a cruel and mentally ill " man". God was watching over you
Oh Linda, what a life you have led. Praise the Lord he was always helping you through the dangers and hardships. I just can't imagine. I read this a few nights ago but just couldn't comment on it. You, my Dear are wonderful and I wish we lived near each other. I want to go Thrifting and eat those fabulous meals together. I want to listen to Louis Dean serenade you and learn how to paint those fabulous pictures.
I am your #1 fan.
Sue
My heart breaks for your childhood. You and your siblings endured so much. Jan Waco
This really does touch our hearts and make us all want to reach out and HUG you SO tight! I pray for children every day, that they will have a safe place to live and people that love them. You had to go through a lot to end up with a life of love! Hugs, Diane
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