Where's Bubba?
My mother is one step away from being Mother Teresa - I am not kidding. When I was growing up we had a couple of abused kids live with us off and on by the names of Bubba and Teresa. Of all the people that lived with us, they lived with us the longest and we considered them family.
Bubba was a little terror and at the age of 4 he had the vocabulary of Dooce. I remember being shocked and extremely frightened for Bubba when he first moved in with us and he told my father, "I'm gonna kick your ass." I remember my parents wondering if the little dude was possessed a couple of times because he was so mean and ornery.
Growing up my father did not tolerate back talk, nor did he tolerate the slightest amount of laziness - come to think of it, dad was quite intolerant of a lot of things. I thought for sure that he was going to kill Bubba on a number of occasions, but apparently God gave him some restraint because Bubba didn't expire under my daddy's roof. (Disclaimer: My dad wasn't abusive, he just didn't put up with crap - today they call it abuse, but back then I think they referred to it as discipline.)
Anyway, Bubba came to live with us at a time when he still had a lot of growing up to do. Long story short Bubba got a lot of whoopin's from my dad's belt. He lived with us for more than 3 years and I remember that having a little brother was cool for a little while.
It has been 20 years since I last saw that kid and now I wonder where he is and if he even has the slightest memory of us. I still remember him but most of my memories are from times when he was getting into trouble.
I have this picture of us together that I got recently from my mom that she got from her sister, it sure brought back some memories.
Afro Eddo and Bubba
Over the years my parents have let no less than 40 people live with us. Right now my mom and dad have a young man living with them that had no other place to go. They amaze me. Most people won't even allow a friend or relative live with them for an extended period of time, but for my parents it seems that no matter what the circumstances, if there is a person in need, they step up and help.
Bubba if you are out there and reading Posted Note - drop me a comment sometime.
Much Love.
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"Disclaimer: My dad wasn't abusive, he just didn't put up with crap - today they call it abuse, but back then I think they referred to it as discipline"
A.M.E.N. To that.
Once again.... right on... as always.
eddo! the afro! you should TOTALLY bring that look back!
Oh the good ole days of "discipline".. what happened to the kids now? Did we get fed up with the "discipline" that we endured and took a stand against it.. or was it fading away while we were kids and our parents hid it well?
I can't remember the number of times that I yelled at my parents that I would never be that mean to MY KIDS, but in reality I didn't mean it, which was always proceeded by my parents "Oh yeah, you think you can do it better? Just wait till you pop a devil child out of your womb and see how you feel then! They are going to be 10 times worst than YOU" LOL
Oh the good ole days
Oh and PS my mother is already Mother Teresa.. because her name IS Teresa lol
That disclaimer was totally sweet.
okay Eddo, what do you want? It's all yours just come get the credit card with the unlimited balance!! I love you!!
Noteworthy: Thanks for the visit today (24th). I really dig your template/map. You write well too.
I am too old to play your $50 game. I'll be lucky to remember where my own site is by this time tomorrow. But you probably will have a lot of fun with it.
That kid was going to kick someone's ass?
Your parents sound amazing. That's great that they open their home and their lives to others less fortunate. We should all follow their example!
Wow, that's really awesome of your parents to open their doors to people. Its a shame more of us aren't like that...including myself.
What a couple of cutie pies! Your mom is amazing--I get stressed out just having people over for dinner.
(Disclaimer: My dad wasn't abusive, he just didn't put up with crap - today they call it abuse, but back then I think they referred to it as discipline.)
My Dad is a retired Naval Commander and he NEVER abused me.. He LOVED me enough to keep me in line. Without that I knwo I wouldnt be here today. Good post Fro-man
Grandma said his mom is managing the produce department in a grocery store there in Oklahoma she heard she was transferred to Edmond, Ok. Said Shelley got married and has two kids and lives in Moore, Ok. Says she never heard anything about bubba......
(Eddo, I was actually tyoing this as she was telling me, and I originally asked her if she knew where bubba was, when she started talking, I thought she was going to tell me, the story went on a lot longer, but when I realized it had nothing to do with bubba, I stopped)
Oh - Remember how her used to say "I want a tanter" when he wanted a sandwich?
Love you!
Bubba! He died in my arms, right there by that river in Viet Nam.
Oh, wait. I was having a Gump flashback.
Hey I just watched Forrest this weekend.
"And one day I was just sittin there, and I got up and just started runnin... and when I got to the ocean I figured why stop here, so I turned around and kept runnin'"
I love that movie!
Thats cool Eddo, I never knew that about your family. My mom and I did the same thing. We always had people living with us when I was growing up. They were usually a single mom (like mine) with a kid or two. I am an only child, but I was never the only child at home. I was recently wondering the same thing about several of the people that used to live with us. I'm glad my mom did that because it taught me alot about living with different people of different backgrounds and races. However, I guess the people in town always wonderd what was going on because I always had a new sibling of a different race or age or sex. They must have been pretty confused.
I too used to take in children of abuse or runaways and give them a safe place to stay. It had repercussions big time, but it was always worth it.
Keep up the good work film editing schools
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