I was born in a town of few black people or people of color. I guess my mon and dad where celebrating the end of the war. My brother payed the hospital bill. He sent the money to my parents from Japan. want to know more? I know that I was not expected. Mom was 46 and going through the change and dad was 23 years her senior. Being the youngest of 9{5 girls and 4 boys} had its chalengers. My sister next to me was 4yrs older and my brother next to her 6yrs. I got blamed for everything because she was considered delicate and he was considered slow. None of which,when I grew up was found to be true. I was just a little precocious. I feel their restraint made them better adults then myself. Close friends have always incuraged me to write my story. Maybe it will help someone outthere. I suffer from pts and selective childhood amnesia. I am the third of five female generations in NH. My mother had beautiful,silky dark skin. her father was a free man from the West Indies. Her mother came out of slavery. She was well educated and a goveness to the highly prominent in our small town. My mother and her sister went to the finest black girls school in washington DC. MY grandparents owned their own home. I never saw a picture of my mothers mom but I did see a picture of her grandparents who were dressed in indian atire and so beautiful. My grandfathers family arrived in NY and settled in NJ. My mom and her sister gratuated high school out of the eight grade;they only came home on weekends and holidays. They both played several instruments.My moms dad died in his early thrities of a lung desease{not smoking}.We just recently lost our middle sister of the same. /tomorrow or the next day I will write about dad. To this day, I think that my dad was the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes on. He and my mom made the most beautiful couple when they were dressed up for church or town meeting. He was like god in the house. When he spoke,everyone stopped and listened. Mom put on the bandaids and dad handed out the discipline. Dads family came here from England. They were conected to the Moors who came to England from Africa. As the story goes, my great great grandfather was asked to come here to start a church {baptist}in the south{caroliners}houever,upon arrival it was realized he wasn't all that white.The good news is, he was drafted into the Cherokee nation. My grandfather married a german/french women who was a teacher on the reservation. He became a very prominent land owner and they had 11 children. /If my readers would like me to continue, I really need some feedback because as the memories come back so does the pain. My dad was a finished carpenter and was like the shoe maker who fixed everyones shoes but his own. not to say he wasn't a good provider,he was. I thought up until his death that he worked for the same person. Going through his papers I found some paystubs from the shipyard. He made 47 dollars a week. Mom met dad in church. Her father was one of the founders of this first black church in NH. She told me that he was the most beautiful man she ever saw so she{as custom would have it}went up to him and put a flower in his lapel to let him know that she wanted to be courted.As a child I saw my parents as the most perfect people on earth. With all that has been said and done,I still feel that way. It has been 27 yrs since we laid them to rest and I still miss them to the core of my sole . I do not know how much time went by but mom was with child and they moved to NJ and married after the second child was born. Thy come back to NH when my grandmother became ill and the last three of of us were born. My dad and I became very close in his last days and I asked him about his first wife. Please know that my dad was a man of great pride and very much old school. He carefully told me that he stayed at a boarding home while learning a trade and the young lady who lived there pestered him until they coagulated and he married her because she was in a delicate way. Now in those days,you not only married someone in your own faith but your own color. Dads family was very Indian and could pass for white. When he married mom he was disowned by most of his family. The other thing that is important for you to know is ,if someone was committing a known {sin}you didn't go to the person it was being committed against, you went to the Pastor or your congragation and he inturn pointed that person out infront of the whole congragation. Dads wife not only pregnent but was an adulteress. Dad left and hitched a ride on a moving van going north.