I
kept a journal for much of my life but discontinued after my divorce
and instead wrote poetry and stories for about 3 years. When I
married Terrie, I never took it back up. I suppose life became too
busy and full again for pensive writing.
I've
recognized I can't live on Earth forever and my health is not good.
So I thought it time to leave some kind of message to my children and
grandchildren. There are 8 children.
Nathan,
Derek, Lilli, Tyler, Daniel, Brody, Karra, and Levi.
I
was born on Friday the 13th in Columbia, South Carolina in
an Army hospital. My mom and dad stayed there just long enough for
me to get born (weeks) and then headed out for Idaho by car. My Mom,
Claudia Joy Patterson had married my Dad, Iwan Dale Teare about a
year before that. Their first fight was on their wedding night. Their
marriage was always bumpy at best and torment at worst. Dad was a
scientist and Mom was dumb as a post. Or at least, she pretended that
persona. I always thought she was brilliant at knowing exactly when
to say the wrong thing to my dad at exactly the wrong time. He would
go ballistic. Lots of argument and fighting. Both being emotional
cripples (aka losers), they were psychologically abusive of each
other and just a little warped --a true parasitic relationship. So I
came by my weirdness genetically. It was August 1954, the year before
the peak of the baby boom. Eisenhower was President and America was
as prosperous and productive as could be.
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