You canat get there from here. Not any more. No road exists today to take you a to take anyone a anywhere near the place where the awful things happened. The reason no one can go there, though, is that itas no longer there -- the ostensibly happy and naive; the joyfully prosperous world that was America in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Iad made a life in that world; living in it was for me, for a long time, incredibly good; But one day everything I loved and believed in and counted on became something more horrible, even, than I remembered happening years before; what happened to my life now would take years to overcome. When I was thirteen, my father--- in almost every way an intelligent, kind, sensitive man, found himself gratifying my motheras rage: I had atalked backa angrily to one or both of them. I was not a beautiful child; I knew that and hated it. And later Iad know that Mama wanted no ugly duckling in her life-- I loved Mama, but what she couldnat feel for me was clear. Too often a terrible scene would begin to play itself out; insane, angry violence would again overwhelm me, demolishing everything I was; Iad feel it for the rest of the day and the night as well. And as Daddy imparted his rage to me -- to my life itself -- my own anger would rise to meet it; the scenes that took place at our house were terrible. And later, the halting, painful, always slow climb up the stairs to bed was always more of an ordeal than I could bear to face. And I was sure that with every blow my father administered, as he swung again and again at my head, , that my life had already been ruined, that I could never overcome what had been happening. Although for years I hoped I was wrong about that, and I did my best.... and continued to hope.....Ia#39;m about to make Mama and Daddy proud of me like theya#39;ve never been before; I mean Ia#39;m going to go to the College of William and Mary in ... Ia#39;ve been to Williamsburg and Ia#39;vewalked everywhere thatone can walk on that campus, and ita#39;s really beautiful. ... But for now, Daddya#39;s trying as hardashecan to get me to fillout the application, write the essay Ia#39;vegottosend with it, and get myself accepted there.
|Title||:||The William and Mary Girl|
|Publisher||:||Xlibris Corporation - 2009-07-17|