Hard core christians

I remember various people "talking" to mom about her sins.  And provoking more beatings for me.  And sometimes another hard core christian would tell the original offending hard core christian,  "you got that child beat".  "you just stood there and watched".

There was one time mom was being spoken to by a local christian preacher.  And I was fully expecting yet another ass kicking.  And mom actually responded to the counseling.  Saying, "I get so mad".  So the preacher tells her to ask jesus to take her anger away.  And mom had started to develop her old testament views.  And told him she didn't accept jesus as the son of God.  So the preacher tells her to ask God to take her anger away.  I was truly surprised I didn't take a beating that day.

I remember hard core christians telling another hard core christian who had provoked yet another beating for me at mom's hands that they were "terrorizing children".  So perhaps this is why eventually, by 4th or 5th grade, hard core christians quit confronting mom over her sinful action.

Albert Erb

Albert Erb brought in a female social worker from the state to deal with mom.  And this woman said she would not take action because females deserved to be able to beat males in retaliation for discrimination against females.  So Erb told her angrily that he would "have her job" while shaking his fist at her.  Don't know what ever happened here.


I was held back a year in first grade at mom's request.  Which gave me my special teacher.  Who taught me to read better than I could before.  Mrs Clark.

I remember some female adult complaining to Erb that he wouldn't stop mom from savagely beating me in his presence.  Erb said, "I am a professional".  So the lady said, "Would Jesus stand there and watch a child take a beating?".  Erb answered "No".  The lady said, "So you are too good to do what Jesus would do?".  Erb just looked at her.    

Albert Erb

Around first grade, Albert Erb made a solemn promise to me he would stop my beatings at mom's hands.  Later, like a year or two, he come to me all embarrassed, and told me he wouldn't be able to stop the beatings.  He went further, saying his taking care of his own family was more important.  He didn't fully explain what he meant by that.  He also explained how adults had bungled my case.

Another time, I think before this, me and my younger sister were addressed by Erb.  Why my younger sister was there I never knew.  And Erb talked about how adults had screwed up my case, and were incompetent.  He went on to ask what we wanted him to do.  Almost like he wanted to shift his responsibility to 2 little kids.  I just looked at him and said, "You're the adult."  My younger sister repeated the same thing.

Kind of a strange situation.  However I view everything I post on this blog as strange to truly bizarre.

squeals of rage

Sometimes while taking a savage rage off mom, I would hear these quit squeals of rage from her.  Quiet enough that only I could hear them.

Sometimes it was almost like I was outside my own body taking these savage beatings.

Aunt Jean

So when dad's side of the family discovered mom's rageaholic meltdowns with my resulting beatings, they would screw with me.  So one time my grandmother is standing there talking to me.  Making me tense because I didn't totally get what she was talking about.  I was 5 or 6.  Aunt Jean told her to step off, or she and grandmother "were gonna tussle".  Another time grandmother was hugging me really hard, Aunt Jean again told her to step off.  Grandmother ignored her.  So Aunt Jean slapper her.  Grandmother looked at her, and said "Jean, you struck me".  Aunt Jean said I'll do it again if you don't stop.  Grandmother walked away.

5th grade

Fifth grade.  Mrs Ennis was my teacher.  Got sick one weekend in the fall.  Got worse.  Would get nauseated.  Dizzy, then stomach muscles would cramp up, I would double over, and vomit.  Then I couldn't breath for maybe a minute.  Was admitted to Lester E Cox Medical Center.  Spent 3 days there.  Leaving, mom told me I scared "the pants off her".  Then said God was warning her for mistreating me.  Only time in my life she ever admitted this.  To this day she denies any of what I post here ever happened.

Once at a different time, I heard her say to someone else, she "went a little crazy".

Dr Kenneth Knabb

I was maybe 6 or 7 when this happened.  Our family physician was Dr Kenneth Knabb.  And mom was forced to see him.  Probably thru my dad's work at school.  Or perhaps by the court.  Anyway, I am brought along.  I was taken everywhere with her.  Perhaps because of my young age, or perhaps as her whipping boy for when she had a rageaholic meltdown.  I got the feeling mom sensed the upcoming confrontation.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was coming.  So the receptionist tells mom she is not permitted to bring me back with her.  Mom starts saying she will as my legal guardian.  Again the receptionist says no, I am not to be taken in with mom to see Dr Knabb.  They go back and forth a few minutes, until mom finally relents.  And mom goes back to see Dr Knabb, and I remain in the waiting area.  Then a nurse opens the door to the waiting room and tells me to come with her.  I resist as I think this may provoke a beating.  At this point I have taken enough beatings, I am walking on egg shells, and suspect almost anything will trigger mom's meltdowns.  Which is true sometimes.  So eventually I relent.  And the nurse locks us in an exam room.

Eventually I hear mom fly into one of her rages.  Obviously because Dr Knabb has confronted her about her rageaholic meltdowns, and resulting hard core child abuse.  I hear her screaming at the receptionist as to my location.  And hear the receptionist reply "### is safe".  I then hear mom roaming thru the suite opening all the doors.  And eventually tries the examination room where the nurse and I are in.  So mom figures this is where I must be.  So mom starts pounding on the door in a rage.  Meanwhile the nurse in the room with me repeats to mom thru the door over and over, "### is safe".  Eventually mom's rage subsides.  And we exit the exam room.  And I end up in the room with mom and Dr Knabb.  And I still think I could get a beating at any second.  Dr Knabb tells mom how she "must control herself around her children".  Mom shakes her fist at him.  Dr Knabb hands mom a prescription.  Possibly for some qualude type drug.  Mom throws it in the trash can.  Dr Knabb tells her she "has no choice".  And hands her another prescription.  Mom throws that one in the trash too.  So Dr Knabb tells mom he will write a letter to the State Dept of Social Services.  Or whatever it is called back then.

I played 7th and 8th grade football.  And had to get a physical to play.  So we go to Dr Knabb.  This is around 7 or 8 years after the confrontation at Dr Knabbs office.  So again we are in the reception area, mom is told I am going back by myself.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out I will be questioned outside of mom's presence.  So mom pulls her "legal guardian" argument again.  This time it works.  And mom goes back with me.  So before the football physical begins Dr Knabb asks me how mom's temper is.  And of course I am smart enough to figure out if I tell the truth my home life will go in the toilet.  I had not gotten my ass kicked in a few years.  By this time I am at least as big as mom.  And could resist.  Looking back, mom would only attack me when I was too small to defend myself.  So I tell Dr Knabb, "I don't know".  So he looks at mom and asks her "how is your temper?".  Mom gets an angry look on her face and shakes her fist at him.  S Dr Knabb decides he is going to try and force me to snitch.  And says he may fail me on my football physical.  I say something like "you gotta do what ya gotta do".  So Dr Knabb realizes he has failed in this attempt to incriminate mom.  And gives/passes me on my football physical.              

more on jerimiah/pomery

Mom was on her psycho bitch moral crusade to help charlie jerimiah and mike pomeroy.  All the while viewing me, her natural child as second rate.  I asked her once to help me obtain something, I forget exactly what, for a required school project.  She told me her thing with mike pomeroy was more important.  So I was forced to go back to my teacher and explain my mother refused to get whatever material was required.

Various teens provoked moms rage on purpose in order to have a ringside seat to watch one of my beatings.  Yes, it is true teenagers can be really cruel sometimes.  So charlie jerimiah did this to me.  He ran his mouth at mom.  And obviously I realized what was coming, and said to jerimiah, "Don't piss her off!".  And of course, like always, I took my beating.  When moms rage wore off, and the beating stopped, jerimiah looked at her and said "Damn!"  Mom screamed something at him about he couldn't do that because she was helping him.  Makes sense all these years later that jerimiah went to prison for murder.

guilt trip

So after being bitched at by hard core christians, and others, mom must have gone on a guilt trip.  Or possibly tried to prove herself in the public eye.  Which makes sense if you consider she kept kicking my ass, while starting to treat 2 guys outside the family as her own child.  Thus treating them better than me.  This was also around the time she got deep into religion.  Charlie Jerimiah.  One of my older brothers friends.  Jerimiah was convicted of murder as an adult.  Mom took him out and bought him a winter coat when his parents refused to replace a coat he left at school.

And another of the same brother's friends.  A guy named Mike Pomeroy.  Who eventually committed suicide over a chick.  Pomeroy snatched a purse as a teen.  While living in a seedy apartment.  So mom gets his stuff out of the apartment for him.  So she wanted my brother who was Pomeroy's friend to help move Pomeroy's stuff.  Said he had a test in school that day.  So I was drafted.  It was hard work.  Pomery didn't like me for some reason.  So Pomeroy is out of jail a couple of days later.  I had put his belongings in a shed on our farm.  Pomery comes down to the house.  And thanks older brother for moving his stuff for him.  Right in front of me.  So older brother admits he went to school instead of moving his stuff.  So Pomeroy asks mom who moved his stuff.  And freaked out when he discovered I had moved his stuff after all the crap I had taken off him.  He starts telling mom, "not him".  Meaning me.  He refused to believe it.  Then asking "why him".  Mom said "you asked me to move your stuff.  I got it moved".  Then Pomeroy started in on a heavy item that he claimed I couldn't have moved.  Which I had.  I was in 6th grade.  And had a major chunk of my growth.  So finally I went out to the shed and picked up Pomeroy's heavy item in front of him to prove I could.  After having thanked my older brother for moving his stuff, he didn't thank me.  Although a few years later, when he was on leave from the army, he was nice to me.  He had made it thru army ranger training.

So anyway, I guess mom was doing some kind of psycho bitch compensation for the hard core child abuse she committed against me.

One time Pomeroy was kicked out of the house.  His parents found out mom had taken him in.  So they called the Greene County Sheriffs office on her.  Several deputies showed up.  Mom didn't want to give Pomeroy up to the cops.  So dad, who was a school teacher explained how he could be fired over this .  So mom gave Pomeroy up to the cops.  She trated Pomeroy and Jerimiah better than me.  She was committing criminal acts against me.

SHTF at Crane. Again

Holiday in Crane with dad's side of the family.  Mom had a few psycho bitch meltdowns at these gatherings.  Sometimes she actually restrained herself from kicking my ass.  Which generally didn't happen.  I assume because of family being present.  Although once a cop being present didn't stop her.  Actually twice.  But in these 2 instances she had already started before the cop arrived.  While at Crane, relatives were already present.

So Uncle Joe actually stopped a couple of assaults at Crane, by holding mom down on the floor.  It was rare for someone to actually intervene in a beating I was taking.  The 2 cops didn't.  The general reaction was for the people to just stand there and watch the assault.  Even the person who provoked moms rage.  Then after mom's rage wore off, everyone would just stand around looking at each other.

During one of her meltdowns, mom didn't kick my ass.  She just started saying she wanted the cops called.  She picked up the phone to call them herself.  Granddad made it clear she wasn't welcome to use their phone.  So mom continued bitchin.  So granddad called the cops.  Crane had no cops.  So stone county sent a deputy.  This was the 60s.  So it was a shaggy guy with a stache.  The guys listens to all sides.  And mom thought she was in the right.  Come to think of it I did take a beating that time.  So I was questioned.  And didn't snitch.  So mom starts telling the deputy she wants someone arrested.  The deputy says, "Oh, you want someone arrested?"  Mom says "yes".  So the deputy says "put your hands behind your back", and cuffs her.  Mom was obviously surprised.  Then the deputy tells her how old and decrepit the stone county jail is.  Then asks her again if she really wants someone arrested.  She said "no".

So the cop leaves.  Mom goes out to wait in the car until time to leave.  And obviously mom is still pissed.  Which as a general rule is, when mom is pissed, I get my ass kicked.  So I go out and wait in the car with her.  Grandad/grandmom has my cousins start looking for me.  And they find me in the car with mom.  And ask me to come back in the house.  I seriously didn't want to.  And said "no".
Grandad comes out and asks me to come in.  Again "no".  Mom gets pissed and orders granddad away from the car.  So eventually dad comes out and orders me into the house.    

filmed beating

Albert Erb, and the woman at the elementary school decided to film mom's rageaholic meltdown.  This was done at the encouragement of a phd at Southwest Missouri State.  So mom was called in.  And I was taken down the the elementary school lobby.  Mom was spoken to about her anger management problem, and I got my ass kicked.  I could see them filming at the top of the staircase, maybe 40 feet away.  Was mom too pissed to see it?  Or did she not care.  The film was shown to the state legislature in Jeff City.  In order to get a law passed giving schools authority to deal with similar situations.  Which didn't happen.  Erb told the SMS phd, who said, "That's not possible".  Dud ended up being fired, despite tenure.  The lady who went to the phd committed suicide  

Another time older brother Mike, Charlie Jerimiah and were outside.  Charlie grabs me, rears back, and punches me in the face.  Side of my face starts swelling up.  I run to mom.  Who is with charlie's mother.  Anna Talley.  Charlie had chased me.  Charlie is trying to get me to come with him, and obviously I don't want to.  Mom is trying to order me to go with charlie, and she thought charlie walked on water.  She like people with red hair like charlie had.   Anna Talley steps in, and orders charlie away from me.  Mom had ignored my swelling face.  Anna said something about charlie being mean to little kids.

mom getting drugs

When I was born, mom had recently had one of her eyes removed.  Which is what was done then when you had a cataract.  So mom was addicted to painkillers during her recovery from this surgery.  I was home with her by myself when both older brothers were in school.  Looking back now she was obviously stoned.  I was hungry as hell.  And asked for food.  She said "that's not important" several times.  She told me to find something myself finally.  So I climbed up on the counter, and found a few small items to eat.

When I was around 7 or 8, right in front of me, mom asked one of my older brothers friends, a guy named Charlie Jerimiah< to get her some drugs for her.  I am surprised she openly did this.  She never did this in front of me again.

mom and religion

Mom was being confronted by various people about her hard core child abuse.  And she and dad were talking, and dad tells her to "get into religion" as a way of dealing with her rageaholic meltdowns.  Later dad would regret it.  She started piddling around with some of the local christian churches.  And eventually started listening to an outfit out of Pennsylvania who were old testament sacred and name.  Doing the Jewish dietary laws.  And the Jewish holidays.    Which dad didn't like.  So one day mom starts talking about her religion required her to submit to her husband.  And dad saw his opportunity, and told her to "stop this foolishness".  Meaning the type of religion she was into.  And mom being mom wiggled out with some bizarre psycho bitch logic.

Totally unrelated story here.  I heard a local hard core christian talking about mom and her rageaholic meltdowns.  And local preachers and other hard core christians had provoked many beatings for me by confronting mom.  Then just standing there and watching the beating.  So one says to the other 2 or 3 times he is "having a crisis of faith".  And the other guy would just look at him.  I guess what could he say.

First grade

Mom gets pissed one day.  I get my ass kicked.  end up with bruises on my face.  Go to school the next day.  Teacher sees them and tells Albert Erb.  So I get asked what happened.  By this time I have gotten my ass kicked by adults enough I have a phd in understanding you can never really and truly 100% trust anybody.  So I get tense.  And finally admit "my mom spanked me".  So Erb wants to set mom up.  Calls mom and asks her to come into school.  She says no.  So Erk goes to dad.  Who is a teacher at the high school next door.  He doesn't cooperate.  So Erb goes to Robert C Thomas.  The superintendent.  Who orders dad to cooperate.  So dad calls mom, and tells her firmly he needs her to get in the old 50s chevy pick up we had.  And drive it into school.  Her initial excuse was she couldn't drive the old truck well.  So mom show up.  We are sitting next to a partition.  A Greene County sheriffs deputy is behind the partition of of sight.  Erb begins questioning mom on the bruises on my face.  Mom finally admits she "spanked" me.  The deputy stands up, and tells mom he will write her a ticket.  Mom shakes her fist at Erb while saying "you set me up".  From that day forward mom held a grudge against Erb.  


Usually when I took an ass kicking from mom, I was so sore, it was hard to walk for a day or 2.  Of course after waking up the next morning after sleeping on the beating.      

when I was say between 3 and 5 or so, mom was playing around with some of the local christian churches.  So both of them had some hard core christians who thought it was their moral obligation to confront mom on her sinful behavior.  Which just pissed her off worse.  And often resulted in me taking more savage beatings at her hands.  So a preacher was fired because some of these hard core christians decided this preacher had failed in the mission to confront mom.  And they had.  Instead of stopping the beatings, and making mom realize the error of her ways, I just kept getting my ass violently beat over and over, and over.  Many of these conversations were held in my presence on purpose at the elementary school.  Because Albert Erb, the principle, was himself a hard core christian.  So the preacher was fired in front of me.  And he asked how would he support his wife and kids.  His boss told him the church would pay for him to attend college, and get a degree that would enable him to support his family.  So the preachers wife couldn't handle losing her status as a preachers wife.  My mom learned this thru the grape vine.  She tried to commit suicide once.  And failed.  Then succeeded the second time.  My mom drove the family station wagon by the church  to gawk.  The preacher handed moved out of the house yet.  He saw us, and starts trotting down the street behind us, smiling and waving.  And this was after he had gotten me savagely beat a couple of times.  So I preferred not to be around the dude.  Mom accelerated away from him.
 
The asshole risked my life.  As every time I took a beating, I could have been killed.  This was hardcore child abuse.

Patsy H

Patsy H was the wife of the local postmaster.  She and mom were friends for a while.  And were in each others homes.  So Pastsy confronted mom one day on the hill (the square).  And I got my ass kicked.  And Bill Kehoe got fired from the Greene County sheriffs dept.  This is all covered in another post.  So Patsy H and mom are not so close anymore.  One day mom takes me up on the hill and takes me in the MFA grocery store.  And pays a lady working there $5 to watch me.  And leaves.  So I am wondering around the store.  And all of the sudden Patsy H is standing right there looking at me intensely.  And she had recently got me savagely beat.  So I was terrified of Patsy H.  So I start trying to get away from her.  And she follows everywhere I go.  I get an adrenaline rush from my terror.  And take off running.  Out the front door, and south from the building.  There is a big MFA feed truck coming out from behind the building.  I am so terrified of Patsy H I keep going in front of the truck.  The truck stops inches from running over me.  And I go to the Bell telephone switching building south of the square.  Mom finds me there later.  Lucky for me she isn't pissed.  So I don't take an ass kicking.  Later Mom takes us up on the hill.  And sees Patsy H.  And screams at her "stay away from my kids Patsy H".  Then a while after that (days), another person starts talking to mom on the hill.  So mom says "you are Patsy H's friend, what do you want".  This person accuses mom of being the reason Patsy H was put in the psych ward of Cox Medical Center.  Said she just laid on her bed weeping.  Wouldn't care for her kids or anything.  Just laid there weeping.

Albert Erb

Around first or second grade.  Albert Erb learned of a cop from St Louis who specialized in kids.  Wanted me to snitch on mom.  Which for me meant more beatings.  "snitches get stitches".  So the guy shows up.  And of course I know better than to snitch.  So I ask him if he is going to attack me.  He says Erb will.  So eventually the cop gives up.  Erb comes back.  And I ask Erb when is he gonna attack me.  He asks who told me that and I point at the cop.  So the cops says he is going back to St Louis.  Erb tries to get him to stay.  The cop says he doesn't have unlimited time.  He has a search warrant to serve the next morning.  Turns out Erb let him stay in his house the night before.  And paid his gas.  So Erb takes him down to the MFA gas station to fill his tank for the return trip to St Louis.


Erb is hard core christian.  So one day Erb brings in the preacher from his church.  And of course starts talking jesus to me.  Mom had already started shifting towards sacred name religion that was more like the Jewish faith than the christian faith.  So if I started telling this christian preacher I liked jesus, I could easily get another savage beating off mom.  So I tense up.  A lady senses my tension.  And tells the preacher he is violating the law.  "harassment of a child".  The preacher gets pissed and leaves.  Erb bitches at the lady for offending Erbs personal preacher.

refinance the farm

Our house burned down when I was around 7, maybe.  Was owner financed.  Dude foreclosed.  So mom and dad were scrambling to refinance the farm.  So mom goes to a real estate finance place.  We were in the office.  In a reception area.  Receptionist tells mom we were denied the loan.  Mom asks to talk to the decision maker.  Remember mom telling dad that women could often get their way with men.  They anticipated being denied for the loan.  Receptionist tells mom no on her request to talk to the guy.  So mom has yet another psycho bitch meltdown, which results in me getting my ass savagely beat by mom yet again.  So I am taking my beating and see a lady watching with her hand over her mouth.  When I took these beatings, it was a slow motion thing.  And I could see and hear things around me.  So mom's rage eventually subsides.  And the receptionist says "you can leave now, we've called the police".   So we leave.  And as always I am hurting

The Springfield cops knew mom by her notorious reputation.  This may have happened after the McDonald's beating described in a different post. It's been too many years to remember exactly what happened when.   Driving east on Cherry Street I think.  Cop pulls us over.  Cop questions mom.  She starts lying her ass off.  Cop pulls me out of the car, and has me stand about 20 feet behind the car.  I am too afraid of the ass kicking I may take if I don't lie for mom.  So I do.  Cop leaves me standing there, and goes back to talk to mom.  Young girl in a car near me starts honking.  Cop comes back, pulls the young girl out of the car.  She says something about me standing there.  Cop cuffs her up, goes back to mom.  young girls father starts trying to question the cop about his daughter.  He gets cuffed up.  Cop returns to mom.  Then a few minutes later returns to young girls and her father.  They ask what will happen to them.  Cop tells them he hasn't decided if he will charge them with interfering with an investigation.  They promise to behave if he lets them go.  So he does.  Meanwhile a group of people start bitching at the cop about something.  Don't remember what.  He orders them to leave.  They refuse.  So the cop calls for the paddy wagon.  1 or 2 then leave, but others remain.  And are hauled off in the paddy wagon.

Mom is let go though.

on the hill

This happened on the hill (the square).  Mom was thrown into a psycho bitch rage.  I don't remember who pissed her off.  But I was about to get my ass kicked bad.  Again.  A teen boy.  Blond curly hair.  Don't remember his name.  It's been too many years.  Mom is going for the ass kicking, and this teen shoves her down while saying "Stay away from the kid".  Mom gets up, glaring at me, with rage in her eye.  The teen shoves her down again, repeating, "Stay away from the kid".  This scene replays it's self a few more times until mom figures out she isn't going to get to kick my ass like her rage wants her do so bad.  So she asks the teen what he wants her to do.  He orders her to the east side of the square.  I am taken to the west side, and given a bottle of pop.  Almost every time mom got pissed, I got my ass kicked bad.  She rarely got stopped psychically like this.  

Memory frags

There was a guy bitching at Albert Erb that he would not defend his children.  This was in the lobby of the elementary school.  Think it was a school board member.  So Erb tells him he will leave willingly if he can get his phd first.

Unrelated situation.  I remember mom being told in various traffic stops by Springfield police they would use deadly force to stop her from assaulting me.  Yes her notorious rep had got that bad.

Teen was running his mouth at mom.  I was on the verge a taking yet another savage beating at her hands.  The kids mom is there.  Tells him she will be forced to commit suicide if the kid instigates me being beaten to death.  Said she couldn't live with herself if her son got a child killed.  So the teen stops running his mouth.  The mother thanks the son for not making her commit suicide.

Rod Goodman

Up on the hill (the square).  Lots of people.  Teens, adults, kids.  Rod Goodman had a girl with him.  Debbie Felon I think.  There were other teens standing there too.  Rod says "watch this".  starts calling mom "The Queen of Sheba".  And talking smack at her.  knowing full well what the result would be.  A psycho bitch meltdown, and me getting a savage beating at her hands.  And obviously this is what went down.  Debbie Felon got pissed and Rod, and told him to get away from her.  Rod tried to kiss her.  Without helping his cause any.  A man in his late 30s or 40s walks up, and orders Rod off the hill.  Rod just looks at him.  The man goes "All right".  Or something to that effect.  Like he is gonna enjoy kicking Rods ass.  So Rod gets in his car and leaves.

Years later when I was a teen, criuisin the hill was big with teens and young adults.  So I show up.  And Rod is there.  I walk up to the group he is talking with.  He looks at me a few seconds like he expects some confrontation.  Which doesn't happen.  From then on Rod and I are around each other some because of the groups we each circulated in.  And we both act like the beating he instigated never happened.

Rod has been dead a few years.  And is buried neat the Halltown exit of Interstate 44

Up on the hill.  Probably 4 or 5.  Teenagers knew about moms notorious reputation.  So the woods were on the hill also.  2 of the woods sisters tell another teenager they "want to watch".  And one of them tells the boy they will go to the prom with him if he takes care of it.  So the teenage boy hops up in moms face and starts runnin his mouth.  So the obvious happens.  Mom starts savagely beating my ass.  After the rage subsides, and the beating stops, one of the woods sisters says "that was bad".  And says she is going to have sex with me.  An adult man steps in and says "no".  The teenage boys father walks up, and tells him he "is grounded as long as he lives under his roof".  The boy says "what about the prom".  Father tells him doesn't matter he is grounded.  Woods girls father tells the girls to get in the car as they are going home.

Twilight Zone

So this whole thing about taking the beatings off of mom during her psycho bitch meltdowns was bizarre.  And strange.  Which is why I call this string of experiences my personal episode of The Twilight Zone.

McDonalds at East Sunshine and Lone Pine

Mom takes us kids to the McDonald's at East Sunshine and Lone Pine.  I musta been maybe 4.  While walking between door and the counter, mom orders another customer at a table eating to give her money to feed us kids, and she will mail it back to him.  The guy makes a wise ass answer to her, which is probably what I would have done if I were in his shoes.  So the obvious psycho bitch meltdown happens.  And I take yet another savage beating at her hands.  After her rage weras off, and the beating stops, some dude walks up, and tells mom he is a diciple  of Jesus Christ.  And hands her a $20 bill.  Mom asks for his address to mail.  And he says she can just have it.  What pops into my head is if he were truly a diciple of Jesus Christ, then why didn't he stop the beating.  Oh well.  So mom approaches the counter to order.  Of course the employees of mikkie dees had watched the beating.  And told mom they had the right to refuse service to anyone.  And were refusing service to her.  Mom gets pissed.  but doesn't kick my ass this time.  Guess she had gotten it out of her system.  And then the employee tells mom she has already called the cops.  So we leave.  And eat at another Mikkie Dees.

Remember a guy and his wife witnessing one of my savage beatings at my mother's hands.  SI have no idea who they were.  So they show up at another time.  And the woman starts weeping while complaining to my mother about her actions.  Obviously this just throws mom into a psycho bitch meltdown, and I get my ass kicked yet again.  The woman's husband gets her out of there.  A third time, this time husband is not there.  Again the woman starts weeping and complaining to mom.  And I take another beating.  One of the couples' male friends is there.  So he asks to use the phone.  And gets permission.  Calls the weepy woman's husband, who tells the guy to get her out of there.  Which he does.  So the whole crew shows up at the elementary school one day.  And asks Albert Erb to see me.  So Erb allows them to talk to me.  Erk tells them he is allowing this "against his better judgement".  By this time I am afraid of pretty much all adults and think they are going to attack me.  So I ask them not to kill me.  And Erb orders them off school property.  So they take off.  Erb orders the custodian to get their tag number for the cops.  Of course while the crew was trying to apologize for getting my ass kicked, the woman was weeping.    

memory frags

Probably around 5 years old for this one.  Mom had her psycho bitch rep going pretty good by this point.

Some high school chick walks by and says to her friend while looking at mom, "She needs to be in a straight jacket"  Needless to say this triggered a psycho bitch meltdown.  Resulting in yet another savage beating for me.

Another  memory frag from a different time.  Some high school bay tells me I should commit suicide to avoid the beatings.  School superintendent Robert C Thomas was standing there.  Tells the boy he is expelled on the spot.  His father starts bitchin.  Says he will sue.  Albert Erb tells him to bring it on.  The school has an attorney on retainer.

Another memory frag.  Some guy in his 50s had provoked mom into one of her many psycho bitch meltdowns.  So Albert Erb asks the guy what he would do if he got someone beat like that.  And he said he "would kill"  the offending party.  So Erb points at me and tells the guy I would be approaching adult size in 7 or 8 years.  The guy realizes this could mean trouble if I wanted revenge.  So the guy tells Erb he is moving to Tulsa.

Another memory frag.  By a certain point mom had become notorious in our town for her psycho bitch meltdowns, and subsequent assaults on me.  So I would hear classmates talking about spending holiday cookouts with others in town.  Or christmas parties or whatever.  It took me a while to figure out our family was never included in any of this due to moms reputation as a psycho bitch.