Gesoma's Journal

I was just cleaning up my bathroom and I had a flashback of my teen yrs.
my daughter is 17 now and she has no idea the trama I lived thru back when I
was her age. Ive never told her, and I guess if she reads this she will find out.
times where tough growing up in the 70's, my Dad lost 70% use of his right arm
after a motorcycle accident . and for a long time he couldent find a good paying job
there wasent much money for extra things, I laugh about it now but it wasent funny back then.
you all heard the redneck jokes, "you might be a redneck if - your mowing the lawn and find car parts"
in my back yard we had at one time, a 57 chevy, 62 Lincoln , 62 pontiac, 58 ply fury (christine)
my dads ol International pick up. the only car running was my dads 58 Chevy Belair.
we lived out in the country so we had a water well. untill it dryed up. we had to fill Milk jugs for
water and we had a Port-a-potty outside.we washed up in the sink (Canary Bath) or we drove
to eather my brothers house (which hardly ever happened) or we went to the lake 12 miles away
and used the showers at the campgrounds
we washed our clothes at the laundrymat and thought nothing of it.
I still get depressed every time I see a pile of dishes in the sink or if I see a bathroom
thats filthy. its very hard for me to deal with it.

Ive made a breakthru today, I can talk about this now. after 30 yrs of hiding this in my past.
theres more things from my past but they will come to me in time.
I dont expect any of you to respond, Im just writing down things about me..