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Excerpts from my Biography
Unfinished: "Sharing Wine with the Devil!"

Our heat came from the floor
Mom left early in morning on a bus
Mom never drove that was Dad's control over her
He was drunk she was thrown into the windshield
She feared driving
Her shift brought her home after dark
In this day it is called single Mom
Dad showed up on payday
I was first home from school
Started the oil I could barely reach
Once set in motion I could barely reach
shut off valve oil would start entering
If a match went out the oil kept coming
I was seven sis was five
I sent Sis outside
Days she stayed with neighbors
Sometimes there would be an explosion
I would be covered in silt
But praise Jesus it grew in flames
And we had heat
There were times Mom did not pay the oil Company
We also had a pot bellied stove
My job was to put in the coal
It only heated part of one room
No windows the room filled with ice
Having heat was one thing nice
Seven years old lighting the furnace scary
But someone had to do it!
Dad was warm at the tavern
Drinking Mom's oil money

Do hope it's hot where dad shared Wine with the devil

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