The Making of a New Family

My mom moved us to Seminole Texas after the divorce. I hardly remember that place at all, except that my aunt Donna and uncle Ken and some of my favorite cousins lived there. I remember staying with them when mom worked. It was so much fun at their house as there were five kids there and always something going on. They had a weeny dog that was SO lazy and funny too. I can only remember him being on one of the boys bunk beds. WHY cant I remember him anywhere else? I am almost certain that he could move. Hmmmm??? ANOTHER mystery.
Well it seems that my mom met this man while we were there, and although I dont remember much about the courting they must have gone through, I do remember her being happy again. And so it came to be that our house was filled with laughter and SOME MORE KIDS. It seems that Bob (my moms new love interest), too, had been in a marriage gone wrong and had ended up with custody of his two boys. Now these boys were as different as day and night. The older of the two was street wise and knew almost everything we didn't. OR so we (as well as him) thought at the time. He knew all the little ways of getting what we wanted without going throught the proper channels. He was the outgoing and rebellious teen that we all grew to look up to as our big brother. This one we shall call Sandy, which is actually short for Sanford. Sanford Leland, now THERE is a name. He will come up often in my writtings.
Whereas the younger one was SO shy and reserved, he was not gonna do ANYTHING that might get him into trouble. He was the cutest little toot and such a little "man". He was (and still is) the intellegent one in our family. He was such a nerdy bookworm. So much in fact, that at times we thought he might just have some feminine tendencies. We had no idea where this one got his name. "ARCH". Who ever heard such a thing? OK, OK there was Archie in the funny books. But to actually know someone with that name was unheard of. Well his birth given name was Robert Cecil after his dad. He is only 360 days younger than me. We celebrated almost all of our birthdays together. He is a tax day baby. I never forget his birthday, with such an important day to remind me.
So these boys and their wonderful father became our family. It was a blessing to all of us. I think we needed a dad and his boys needed a mom. So we became the Warren family. Of course, my little TROLL boy brother and myself kept our last names, in honor of our father, who was still in our lives as much as his work and our living far away would allow.
I will tell you a little more about the TROLL boy. OH WHERE TO START with this one?? He was a good baby. He was cute and chunky and the all American baby boy. He had the curliest blonde curls you ever saw. He grew into quite the explorer. He was into EVERYTHING. And, had to tear everything apart to see how it worked. But to put it back together was beyond him. He didn't have time for all that. I guess it payed off cause today he can do anything he puts his mind to. His given name is Garry Wayne. Now I bet you are wondering where the nickname TROLL boy came from. WELL that is a relatively new one for him. Actually my daughter Cari gave him that name. I can't remember all the circumstances surrounding it, one day that just slipped out of her mouth and so it stuck. If you check out the picture I have on here of him, I am sure you will see the resemblance of a TROLL. teeheeee More to come on the reason behind the picture. Love ya brother.
I am almost certain that while I sit and go through the memories of my lifetime and write about each one, I will upset, aggravate, aggitate, tickle, and/or touch on every emotion possible. But know that I mean no one any harm or disrespect. I will be truthful and say what I have to say. That is one of the characteristics I am well known for. Anyone who knows me, will know this. Have some actual work to do now , so will sign off for another day.