*About this time, I was completing my second semester at the
University of New Orleans as an instructor of composition and
literature. I made extra money that summer by also teaching in the
summer program.
During this period, Lucinda, my biological mother, was living
in West Baltimore. She had her sixth child, Aisha. The child was
the spitting image of her father, Grover Reed., Lucinda’s second
husband. Aisha was born around 1980 when Lucinda was in her late
40s. She was surprised she was still able to have children. I have
never been very close to Aisha, or, for that matter, my brother
Ronald. There is probably a great generation gap, which may never
be bridged. I am, however, very fond of both of them. But we have
never gotten to know each other.
**Annie divorced and remarried. Her third husband, Nathaniel Givens,
was an old flame from her early twenties. Amos "Rat"
moved out near Emporia in Greensville County. I believed during
this time he was working at a golf course. I saw him a couple of
summers ago and was happy to see him. He had not changed very
much. I find it amazing, however, how a city boy has adapted so
well to country life.
There have been numerous fellows who were born and raised in
the country and spent most of their adult lives in the cities and
in their retirement ages have returned to their former country
homes. Most of them were career men who followed the rules, bought
urban homes, received their pensions, sold those homes, returned
to the countryside and built brick homes. They are well pleased
with themselves.
But it seems as if they have only returned home to live out
their lives. From a distance, it seems, they have lost the greater
vitality of their lives and now seem to be merely country
gentleman who spend the proceeds of thirty or so odd years of hard
work and discipline. Many seem to believe they have nothing much
more to offer the world. At best they seem to lord themselves over
those whom they view as less fortunate. What a smug existence!
Lord spare me such a fate and let me be productive until I take my
final breath, giving, always giving back to the world. For I have
gained so much that was indeed unearned.