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Part
1
I was born on April 29, 1956. The family I grew up with can
be counted on the fingers of my hands: my mother, brother Richard,
stepfather (since the 5th grade), two younger sisters, my Mother's
sister
"Auntie," and my grandmother and step-grandfather. Not long
after my step- grandfather died, my grandmother began living with a
boyfriend.
There were no other relatives. My ill biological father
separated from my mother when I was one year old, unaware of the impending
pregnancy of my brother.........
Part
2
According to my mother, in my first year and a half of life,
she was always protecting me from an abusive, mentally ill husband stationed
at the Rome, New York Air Force base. My father allegedly threatened
to throw me out the window. In contradistinction, pictures from
this period show me in cute clothes, often with an artist's beret,
occasionally swinging in the park with adoring parents units looking
on. Just
asked him to address these accusations last week and he denied them
as incompatible with his
feelings. I believe him....
Part
3
When finally, my mother latched on to a man to be our father, my
brother and I thought we would take on his last name, whatever it would
be.
Mom told us that the $200 fee to change a single "Reinhard"
to "Wright" would be to too expensive, but at least no one
in the new neighborhood called us Rickharts. We would never be
Wright, not in name and not in feeling. Josef - with an f - would
be called Dad, but it took finding my biological father at age 25 for
my step-father to speak directly to me with any feeling. I've
never received a letter from my step- father, and only a single independent
telephone call since my 5 years of estrangement from my
mother, in the summer of 1994.....
To
Charles Ives' page at the Stereo Society
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