from forehead to back and found it was like a web all throughout and nothing else could be done. We all were there and the only one he woke up to speak to was me. One Christmas, I decided to get a holiday job at the Globe Depar tment Store in Scranton wrapping Christmas gifts so that I could buy Frank a gift. He did not give me very much money. I bought him a good set of golf clubs with the money I earned. That was the beginning of the end. Before the clubs, we all would go to church every Sunday. After the clubs, he would leave at 6 am and golf until 12 or 1pm, come home, eat dinner, and go to sleep --- every weekendand sometimes after work during the week. We never saw him. One day I had a major melt down. I cannot remember what started it that day, but I went bonkers. I started screaming at the top of my lungs for him to get out. We now were living in the other half of my mom’s double house. I kept screaming louder and louder and he got scared and got out. We then separated for 9 months. I had had it! During that 9 months I dated other people whom I met through my friend Gloria Fleming’s husband. I had a great time for the first time in my life. Frank had an awakening and tried to court me, but I felt it was too late. He begged and pleaded and started to treat me like I always wanted him to. After 9 months I agreed to try again with him. We moved into an apt in Green Ridge, ritzy section... Needless to say, it did not work. We finally agreed to a divorce. I even used his lawyer. I could not wait to get away from him. The day the divorce was granted, I cried and cried for the failure and for my two children. I can honestly say I did everything I could to have a happy marriage, but it takes two. The whole time we were married, he would never take me out for dinner. I always wanted to go out for my bir thday or anniversary. I would start reminding him a good 3 months before the dates and he would not tell me we could go until almost the day. He was very stingy with me. He did pay child suppor t and sent both girls to college. I made sure that the girls kept a relationship with him and his family because of his alcoholism. He died quite early at 63 yrs old and he called me four days before he passed and said he always loved me. It still amazes me how you can treat someone you love so poorly. I still pray for his soul. When we would go on a trip to NYC or Conshohocken or anywhere, he would drive too fast and it was frightening. If I asked him to slow down please, he would go much faster, even up to 100 mph. He would never stop to let me go to the bathroom. (even when I was pregnant) even if I begged him. He would not stop to get me a hot dog or anything to eat if I was hungry. It seemed as though he delighted in making me miserable. I was going to meet my girlfriends for apple pie and coffee one day and asked him for money. He gave me 10¢. Luckily I had some of my own. The way he treated me most of the time killed all the love I ever felt for him. I am sorry to say that I do not remember any happy times married to Frank. But, I am sure there must have been some. Our sex life was
non existent. Since Frank was the first sexual experience in my life, I cer tainly knew nothing about sex and evidently, neither did he. How I finally got pregnant is amazing. It consisted of one kiss, on, off, roll over and go to sleep. That is the only way I can describe it. I thought how could any woman live like this. I surely could not. I used to love to kiss and cuddle and he didn’t ever want to kiss me. When I tried to kiss him, he would say “That’s kid’s stuff.” It wasn’t that way when we were dating. We kissed a lot. I can still hear him saying, “Nobody likes you” and putting me down all of the time. Funny, he should say that, as I was the one who had all of the friends. I did not want to write these things about a person who passed. Debbie insisted I tell it like it was, due to the fact that Frank admitted before he died the way he treated me and of his remorse. I forgive him. May he rest in peace. The best thing from this marriage are my two daughters.
Auntie & Uncle Steve My dad’s mom, Elizabeth died when she was only 35 yrs old from curvature of the spine. She had fallen down the cellar steps some time prior and developed this condition. Dad’s father Howard, was distraught with three children, Russell, Lillian, and Betty, and became an alcoholic. Dad had to quit school and get a job to support his family. He got a job with the railroad. One day he was injured when a fellow worker accidentally hit him in the mouth with a sledge hammer knocking out his front teeth. Dr. StephenWatson the head of the Taylor Hospital in Moosic, PA (who delivered me) was married to my Dad’s mother’s sister. I only knew her as Auntie and him as Uncle Steve. They had a beautiful house on a corner in Moosic, PA and he was a family doctor and surgeon, appointed toTaylor Hospital in 1906. They were a very sweet and wonderful couple who loved each other immensely. Every summer I would get to go to them for a two week summer vacation from about five years old. I had a tea set I loved and even had a picture of me serving tea on the back steps of their house. I enjoyed having a tea party. Auntie and Uncle Steve were probably the wealthiest people in town and he would accept jars of canned food from people who could not pay. He had his office in one part of
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