When Mom Left Dad
When Mom finally got it together to leave Dad, after 12 failed attempts and 12 years of marriage, it was in a high speed chase involving a handgun, a pickup truck, and some old Chevy, the latter of which I was made to “get down in the floor! get in the floor now!!” with my sisters. I could not see what was happening, but I learned some 50 years later that Dad had a gun and was chasing us in the pickup and Mom had pulled the Chevy into a repair bay at a gas station, the kind of place where they pumped the gas and you could get your car fixed. She jumped out of the car screaming, “close the door, he’s got a gun, close the door!” and they closed the door, and Dad drove on by not being able to find us and we then drove to Somerset. (more…)