I last left off with me moving to New York State. By now you know you've been warned this is gonna be the graphic part of my story (if you haven't been warned you haven't read parts 1-3 yet). I moved to NYS at age 12, just before winter. We moved to a little town outside of Syracuse called Wolcott.
Welcome to the 5000 square foot mansion built in the 1800's. With 10 bedrooms, 3 and a half baths, full attic, full furnished walk-in basement (or drive in as the doorway was big enough for a car), Breakfast lounge, big kitchen, big living room with high ceilings, a study with a real chimney, a foyer, a big ass rec room, two stair cases located on rear side of house and front side of house to get to the bedrooms and rec room. 3 acres of kinda hilly grassland, 4 big walnut trees (yes real and free walnuts) lots of bamboo covered the one side of the property. Plus other trees. There were grapes to the one side of the house. An above ground pool, and a concrete slab for a hot tub. A deck outside the master bedroom. Lastly a new insulated shed complete with a concrete pad. It had lighting inside too. That is the biggest shed I ever saw. Kinda makes me think of a garage that could park two cars plus several motorcycles. To an outsider, this house and property was a thing of beauty. Insiders know it was cold in the winter and electric bills were 1000's of dollars a month. Cost of house? $85,000.00 The much smaller house we lived in SoCal was sold for $300,000.00
Except for a house across the street it was kinda barren land. Corn fields and woods as far as the eye could see. Not very eventful year that we lived there except a few things.
I experienced my first smoke. My brothers and I decided to smoke grass. Like real dead grass not weed. We stuffed a dead and brown corn stalk full of brown grass that the lawnmower cut up. We lit it up and inhaled. Best thing I ever smoked. Of course I gagged and coughed. Out one end was super white and sweet smelling smoke and the other end tasted sweet and that was a lot of smoke to inhale. For smokers that need their next fix, I'd definitely would try that. Brown grass brown corn stalk and a lighter. haha.
That year and we got dumped with snow. Snow was 4 feet high at one point in time. Of course I had to shovel it, and I was barefoot. We also had lots of rain and strong thunderstorms in the summer. Bats lived in the attic and when dusk came, so did they. Numbers were unknown but you see them when they flew right by your face. The lighting bugs were amazing and everywhere.
This is where I worked harder then ever carrying and stacking wood for the fireplace. I carried many wheelbarrows full of wood. I shoveled many thousands of pounds of snow. I knew what back breaking work felt like now. I nearly starved many times that year because now I was watched every working second by another adopted kid who was to report to the bitch every time I did something wrong.
While in NYS, I never went for a ride in a vehicle except twice. Once when we moved again and to a doctor (I'll explain that later). I experienced many new harsh ''punishments'' in NYS. Some just weren't available in the warm climate of SoCal. I nearly drowned in that pool with my head being forced under by my adoptive Bitch (I can't say the 3 letter M word and her in the same sentence) many many times that year. I had to lay fully naked in the snow and make snow angels. I worked 16 hours a day 7 days a week 365.25 days a year breaking only for the 2-3 hour car ride when we moved to Olean NY and again to the doctor near Olean. When I wasn't working my ass off, I was locked up.
I experienced dog shock collars with amps set to max. Like the damn thing would knock me to the ground. If I didn't talk I was beaten so hard until I screamed in pain. By beaten I mean with a wooden dowel (kinda like a baseball bat). I don't know how but she gotten a hold of thousands of wooden dowels. It was her favorite form of ''punishment''. But that didn't start until the move to Olean.
Olean NY AGES 13-17. I'll end this blog here. I'll make two more blogs about my childhood. Second to last will be the worst of the worst. There you'll know my pain. There you'll know my faith in God was tested to the max. There you'll know I doubted God's existence. All these other blogs I let you in very gently and slowly to the pain I've endured as a child. In the next blog you'll know the pain I experienced from age 5-17. The pain I lived through tested not only body and mind but soul as well. You've been warned. The next blog is not for the weak mind.
Thanks for reading. Until next time. . .
