My Personal Childhood Web

My Personal Childhood Web
In my early childhood years, there were many people nurtured, loved and took care of me. I was raised up in a small community in Greenboro, Alabama where everybody knew each other and care of each other children. All the elders’ people were allowed to punish us and when they told our parents they punished us as well. Below I have chosen five people that nurtured, loved and took care of me the most. The memories of these love ones taking care of me are so very special.

My mother Corine, the one that taught me how to pray, how to respect other individuals, (especially older people) how to sing different songs, taught me letters of the alphabets, how to count numbers, cook, sew cloths and more. My mother encouraged me to do the best in everything that matter to me the first time so that I would not have to keep repeating tasks over and over again. The conversations that took place with my mother and I, taught me how to learn through my growth and development. She made me feel safe and secure that allowed me to speak freely about my problems and classwork activities. I was also allowed to ask and answer questions as well. My mother taught and showed all seven of her children about love and unconditional love. Corine died January, 2003 missed, love and gone, but she is not forgotten.

Another person that took care of me was my elderly sister Laura. She was quiet and very demanding. Laura would make sure that before I go to bed everything was done. She would lay with me while telling me little bed time stories to help me sleep. She helped me with homework, showed me how to cook, iron, and make mud cakes. When I made a good grade in school she would give me hugs and tell me how proud she was of me. Today Laura lives in Cleveland Ohio and every time we talk on the phone before hanging up she would say I love you.

The next person that loved and took care of me was my youngest brother Odis, who was quiet and well mannered. Odis is six years older than me, but he was much protected of all his sisters. At school my brother would come to make sure I was okay, and provide snack money when needed. My brother showed me how to make a horse out of sugar canes which was fun and exciting to me, he also showed me how to ride a bike and how to play softball. Odis died January of 1994 at the age of 42 years old, gone, but not forgotten.


My sister Maggie is another person that took care of me. Maggie is 3 years older than me, but was always telling me what to do and when to do it. My sister took the time to show me how to make the bed, sweep the floor, and wash the dishes her way. She was warm and loving to me in my early childhood days. We made doll cloths, play houses and took long walks up and down the streets together every day. Maggie lives in Cleveland Ohio and we talk every day during the week when it is time for General Hospital to come on.

Finally, my younger sister Cynthia and I were like two peas in a pot. Cynthia is 4 years younger than me, but somewhere down the line she became the boss. Since I was older than her I though see should take order from me, but it did not happen. Cynthia taught me how to comb, press and braid hair. My sister was sharp on her feet; she inspired me to participate in different activities in school, like the talent show, cheer leader and group singing. We all love each other and will continue to support one another.