To love and lost. It hurts during this time of year. To see me media hype. To see the impartial comments given toward some one not here anymore. My mother was not a star actress, a world renowned author. A well known Scientist. Or a Receiver of any major music award. ..yet she Died. The only ones who will remember will be us! Her family. No one else. I wish that everyone could view a media driven commentary , about her. Sharon Rose Baumer , had me, as a child in 1960 , alone, with no father. Yes some will think why? But it was what it was. It was very hard for my mother back then , To raise a little boy, all ways called a Bastaard. . Huh! The book will not even let me spell it right. It is spelled in old English. I think about my mother everyday. And now I wish her a Merry Christmas. I think back to my earliest memories. My mom , her best friend , with me in the backseat,,of a car.,,traveling to the beaches of East Harbor State Park. To swim on the Sandy beaches. Getting Ice Cream on our way there. One day , I was swimming in the city pool during a hot summer. I rode my 10 speed bicycle there one day. As I bought it from my paper route money I earned. . When I left the pool, and went to get my bike to ride home and deliver my newspapers, My bike was gone. I walked home. Sad in my heart. Dejected that someone would take away something I worked hard for as a kid. I walked into my home crying, Mom asked me why are you crying. I told her my bike was gone. That young woman put me in a car, and we went driving. We ended up on a street as I yelled there it is. The street was full of people. She parked the car and told me to lock the doors and stay put. I watched as she walked into the crowd. As a black man was riding my yellow 10 speed up and down the street. There was a little scuffle. But my mother knocked the man off my bike!. And brought it to our car. Followed by people hollering things I could not understand. The trunk of the car opened and by bike was put in it. The other people were shouting , and gathering around the car. I was very scared. My mother stood there surrounded by angry people I remember someone hitting her shoulder. And I watched her swing back. She was yelling things out loud I did not understand. And was hit again. She hit back. Then turned and got into the car with tears in her eyes. We left that place and drove to the local store, and she bought me a lock to use for my bicycle, Her tears I will never forget. The people , harassing her I will never forget either. Why would many people surround a lone young woman who just retrieved her sons bicycle? Am I a man with a sense of dislike to other colors? Yes! As they swarmed a lone woman and hit her. If I could this day I would plunge my old hand into all there faces, and scream obscenities at them. Some years later. I bought my first car. A 1968 Chevelle. I was working in a local restaurant washing dishes. A brother of one of my friend asked to use my car, to do whatever, I can not ember exactly. I let him use it. Well,,, when my work shift was done my car wS not there ? It was not there for almost 3, weeks., in the meantime I bought my aunt Noritas car.,,a 68 Impala. Then my mom told me that she recieved a telephone call. The person who stole my car was in jail in Florida. Low and behold., mom put the two of us on an Airplane to Florida. She paid the fees at the police impound. And we drove away in my first car. As we drove, she put gas in the car every time it was needed. The first night we pulled into, a motel parking lot. I slept on the backseat of the car, and mom spent the night in the front seat. We made it home. My mother supported me my entire life.after leaving California, going to S Carolina with a girl. After my divorce. . I found I needed to come home. I called my mother to ask for help. She paid for a rental truck, for me to pack my stuff into. I packed it full. And drove home to Ohio. She took me in. As a man with no future. I found a job. And mom let me use her car to go to work and back. Till I got on my feet again.. My sister helped also. Some time later my mother died. And I still miss her very much. So,, you want media heroes? Lifesavers? Givers? A true hero? Here is Sharon Rose Baumersent from another devise.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 22:55:58 +0000
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