“Seagoville, here comes the SECOND family of Scherzers.”

          This blog will explain our move to Seagoville, Texas, and a few things that happened when we first moved there in 1964. It will take you from 3.5 years to 6 years old. It will be slightly longer than my first blog for certain reasons. NOTE: The last story might need to be read with an adult. (Hopefully, it will get a child to speak out if you can relate to it.)

“Seagoville, here comes the SECOND family of Scherzers.”

          Most people did not know that my cousins went to the Seagoville schools a few years ahead of us. Most teachers did, though, because the boys were not known to be prime citizens. We actually moved there because my Uncle was the pastor of Calvary Baptist Church. It was easier to get to my dad’s job at the Dallas Terminal Annex. I failed to mention that my mom took us to church as far back as I can remember.

          There were less than 1600 people in Seagoville at that time. The part of town where we moved was considered the main community. There were 5 streets that led to the high school. The elementary schools were on the opposite side of town. (Literally around 2-2.5 miles away.) Because we lived so close to the high school, there were no bus pick-ups and we had to walk to school. (Yes, rain or snow, barefoot—not really barefoot, but we could not afford new shoes until our old ones were worn out. Luckily, I was still too young at that time.

          Even though our home was only 1650 square feet, it was a mansion to me, 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, living room, dining room, den, kitchen and two of the bedrooms were masters. Children our ages were living all around us. I was in heaven. I still had three years before I started school, so it did not take too much time for me to get bored. My mom worked the day shift and my father the night. I was by myself until my dad would get home from the bars. Then he just went to sleep. The other kids started getting home around 3:30 pm. I mostly watched children’s shows on PBS.

          I wandered the neighborhood sometimes, barefoot and shirtless, to find children my age to play with me. I would sometimes go to the store and sell coke bottles to buy candy. Nobody seemed to care that a child of my age was always roaming the neighborhood like this. The first year, Darrell was at home also because he had one year before he started school, too. I was very bored, so Darrell and I got into much trouble for fighting etc.

’ The Babysitters”

          The first thing to say to the two girls (now in their 60s) is that I am sorry! I hated being left with a babysitter. The minute both our parents were gone, we would hide. I had two very good places: in the dryer and in the linen closet behind the towels. One night, I was so upset, so I never came out of my hiding place and ended up falling asleep. Mom found me around midnight. Needless to say, I could not sit up for a few days after my dad got involved.

          At my age 4, Darrell began school. Because my father liked to drink, I was by myself for many days. I learned early in life that you had to fend for yourself. In the 1960s, children were permitted in the beer joints with an adult. Many times dad would come get me, take me back to the bar and while he drank we would play skeet ball, pin ball, darts, and other games. But, the time came that the age limit became 18yo.. After that, I easily got passed from neighbor to neighbor while he was out! Little did I know that this would begin a new life for me.

“The games people play.”

          Again, I thank and apologize to those burdened with me. One day a much older neighbor boy skipped school to “play” with me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I ended up naked and the boy was touching me.) Afterwards, he asked me did I liked it and I said “yes”. Sometimes, his friend would be there too. This went on for about a year until they moved .They said if I told anyone, I would be beaten up. I never told a soul.

          Not long after that, my dad began doing similar things. The only difference was dad would put a pillow on my stomach, so I could not see what he was doing. He too, threatened me, by saying that if I told anyone that he would have to go away and I would never see him again. I loved my dad very much, so I never told anyone. This continued until I was 13 and old enough to say “no”! I will talk more about this later on.

“A swing and a miss!”

          One day, my mom was home but I was extremely bored so I decided to call the operator and talk with her. It didn’t take long that the operator wanted to speak with my mom. Now, my mom believed in using a switch to spank us while my dad would use his belt. Mom, very angrily told me to go outside and find a switch. Knowing I did something wrong, I searched for a large switch. I brought in a limb from a tree and proclaimed that she might as well beat me since I was so bad. She began laughing and told me just go to my room. (Boy, did I luck out!)

“Learning to read”

          At 4, my sister Anna taught me how to read. We had the Dr. Seuss series, but I went through them fairly quick. So, Anna had this little book that had larger words. It was about strange animals. I loved reading from it. A good example of it was a poem that said, “There’s a crashing bore behind the door! Get a stick and hit it quick!” or “The crafty Lackadazical’s talent was amazical. Alas, you wouldn’t know it cause he never cared to show it.” You will learn soon that Anna also taught me other things too..

Blog three will be a very important part of my life. Please tell others, and you stay along, too……….

• 20th Jun 2017
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