MOVING ON TO OTHER PLACES TULSA, OK

After our most ....haunting...trip to 216, I told Blythe I wanted to show her my first home and it was far so we would have to drive.  We walked to the Mayo parking Garage and headed out for 58th St just off of Peoria.  In 1985, when we were there, the town had expanded way far south of 58th,   but back in early 40's, it was way out in the country.  Farm fields, orchards, with a house here and there, but not many.  Our red brick house on its acre of land was still there and pretty well kept up.  No one was home, and so we walked around to the back yard.  The old tree just outside my bedroom window was still there..huge and gnarled and it looked like it was tired of living....My bedroom was actually a wooden extension built off the back of the original house. I told Blythe that this place probably had more to do with laying the ground work of my infatuation with secret places and vibes from nature than any other place in my life.  "Everything was mysterious, inviting, yet was scary.  When my Mother hung the sheets  out to dry in the wind, their blowing scared me alot.  I was terribly afraid of lightning storms at night and ran my Mother through a question time before going to bed  "Is it going to lightning or boom boom?."   She always said no and sometimes, she lied.  She read extensively from Childcraft books, and there were a number of Children's Poems I can still remember.  Her lying beside me at nap time and her soft voice, and my entering into dream land set me up for missing her so when we moved to California and I started school.  In the very early grades, I cried for her on occasions.  I developed an appreciation for music in my first home.  My parents had a cabinet radio with a pull out record player.  They also had some classical pieces and Scherazade really reached deep into  me....I would dance around in my diaper to the music and one day, it fell off, and my Aunt Mimi laughed...It made me mad, so I went over and slapped her.  My first awareness of becoming aware of and interested in ..my little thing down there..is vivid in my memory.  I was in the old cobwebby garage and I needed to pee.  I saw an old dusty pop bottle on the dirt floor and I got it and pushed my thing into the opening and peed.  I made a good seal with the bottle because as the urine rose, it pushed air out..or tried to..and when pressure built up, it suddenly erupted in a whoosh and sprayed me with what I had so generously put in the bottle.  That totaly fascinated me.....WHY?     Car grills had a great impact on me...some of them smiled and some looked in pain.  When my folks had company, I can still remember the cars turning into the drive with that huge mouth waiting to eat me up.  Lot's of things like waking up with an eyelash in my eye and screaming for Mommy....getting soap in my eyes....first feeling of possessiveness when a little visiting boy played with my toy truck....and..when my Dad decided to get rid of our dog...he took me and the dog out aways and just dumped him out.  He then sped away and I looked out the back window and saw him running...but..loosing ground....Back then, people out there dumped their garbage down on the banks of the Arkansas River.  My dad could not get the garbage to come out of the five gallon container..he kept swinging it up so it would come out...it did come out..went straight up and rained down on him...I was very interested in the sand shovels that scooped sand down at the river....often times, they would take me to see the sand shovel.....and so....we all have our memories, fears, and moments of learning something for the first time.....God Bless You....b