My Story...
I was born at 9 PM on a Saturday night during a frigid snowstorm on February 20, 1932 at the Taylor Hospital,Taylor, PA. Dr. Steven Watson, my uncle, was the head of the hospital. We lived on Eynon Street in Scranton, Pa. My father J. Russell Davies was a handsome, muscular man, and my mother was a beautiful and petite blonde. He was a mail carrier for 35 to 40 years. She was a stay-at-home mom at that time. My mom Marion, was catholic and dad was protestant and he insisted I be baptized in the Baptist church. We lived together on Eynon Street until I was five or six when she left him and went to live with her mom on 1035 North Main Avenue. I have memories that stood out in my mind from that time....
- My mother sang “Good night Sweetheart” every night when she put me to bed and later “Good Night Shirt.” -We all were overcome by gas in our house and I remember the police and firemen were there, it was a close call.
-I remember the first day of kindergarten
- The time my Dad dumped the dining room table with all the food on it.
Shortly after that, we left to grandma’s house. He was never violent with her or me. When my mother left, she had me baptized again - Catholic and enrolled me in parochial school at St. Joseph’s Lithuanian school. I spoke Lithuanian. Mother and father were both
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