Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Book of Me.... Written by You... Prompt 10

This week’s (Week 10) prompt is Unexplained Memories

Do you have an unexplained memory or memories?

Things and times you can remember, but you are not sure where they fit into your past

Okay.. I have been feeling a wee bit frustrated with this one, because I didn't know where to go with it,... and so while I was reading someone else's response, something came to mind... maybe not exactly what its supposed to be, but never the less, this is what I came up with.

I think I mentioned before that my parents were divorced... I lived with my Father..I never saw or heard from my Mother again ( I have photo's of where she came to Greenock to see me ) but I think it was shortly after my Father took the 3 of us children and moved back to Greenock.  Anyway, I don't remember my mum too much after that, till I found her ( after I was married ) which is a story for another time.

For as long as I remember, I had memories of my mum.. I remember bright red lips ( red lipstick would have been the fashion then ).. I remember a couple of songs.. one is" Hang down your head Tom Dooley" .. another was" Put your sweet lips, a little closer to the phone "... in my head, I was sure they belonged to the time my parents were together, but I had no way to know for sure.  The biggest memory that always came up, and the memory that still makes my heart cry... I remembered my Dad laying on the floor, begging someone ( who in my heart I knew was my mum ) he was begging her to stay... he was crying, he was beating his fists in the floor, and he was begging... I remember her stepping right over him and walking out the door... I also remember I ran behind the kitchen door crying and crying.. I also remember someone wearing a leather jacket, running after her, he said he would bring her back... I remember he got on a motorbike and drove off, but she never came back...  I could never ask my Dad if this memory was true, if it really happened, because I didn't want to upset him.   As I said already, I found my mother, and in doing so, I found that side of the family.  I told an Uncle my memories, especially that one, and he verified that it was see, he was the one in the leather jacket who went after her.. I finally had my answer, as hurtful as it feels.
There has been long term consequences because of her actions... which is also for another time...
Anyway, this is my attempt at this week's prompt....

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