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Excerpt From Memoirs
Most of the time, I try not to think about my childhood. But there are times
when I think back on my childhood and I wonder. We didn't live in Africa or some other poor country. We lived right here in
the United States of America. It seemed strange to me that so much difficulty could exist in a family in one of the richest
nations in the world. I don't agree with stealing either, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. We borrowed all the money that we could have from Mrs. Juliet. Our backs were against the wall. We did what we had to do. I needed ways to deal with the devastating happenings in my environment. "Someday I'll have my own family," I thought. "I'll have the opportunity to be a husband and father. When I get the chance, I will do it right. I'm going to own my own business someday. My children will never live the life that I lived. Someday I'll marry, and my wife will love me just for being me." Post Your Review of Memoirs
MEMOIR'S REVIEWS “So
many lives can relate to Irv Childress’ book, ‘Memoirs of a Broken Family,’ based on their own personal
stories. But the insight, honesty, fear, anger, hurt and descriptions of growing up too fast will give each of us hope
and encouragement that even though we may come from a broken place, you don’t have to stay there. Believe me when I
tell you this book will change your perspective and see life from a higher plane.” Patti
S. Webster, CEO of W&W Public Relations Author, “It Happened in Church: Stories of Humor from the Pulpit to the
Pews.” ...call
Spike Lee. I'm sure he can make a movie of this book. I've read many books, but this one is the best I've read in a long
time, Norene V. Piscataway, NJ
...my favorite part in "Memoirs" is when the kid on the baseball field yelled, "YOU STINK," from the baseball field. Carol M Baton Rouge, LA Post Your Favorite Childhood Memory
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POSTED MEMORIES I remember
sitting on the shore of Lake
Michigan learning to make sandcastles. My mom had
a special way of letting the wet sand drip from her fingers to make wonderful towers. Last summer I taught my pre-school grandchildren
how to make towers (we called them drip castles). Whenever I need a bit of peace I look at the picture my husband took of
us making castles. Perhaps this is so meaningful because it was one of the few times we just sat and enjoyed our world…Mitzi Brehm
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