I Was Just A Young Girl ......

" When we work to end childhood hunger, we are giving our love to kids who need it so much they will never ask for it." Beau Bridges

Due to my Mother's and Step Father's divorce and my Mom's continuing mental illness my Sister and I experienced hunger. I was 11 when it started, my baby Sister was only two. When Dad left, our Mother spent three years in and out of the State mental hospital several hundred miles from us.

Being my Sister's " Mom " from the time she was born, I became her provider as well... Things we ate:

Boiled macaroni with weevils.... As the pasta boils, the weevils rise to the top of the water and can be skimmed off.

Tho not ham, green meat is what you cook and eat if that's all you have.... Just hold your nose.....

Popcorn is good with ketchup ..... My Sis STILL calls it
"dip." A friend of mine thought this sounded not bad....
It, to us, was delicious... There just wasn't enough of it!

It is not my " normal" thing to speak of these times, nor to
"share them with the world." But, perhaps if you knew someone ( like me) who had actually felt that she would eat dirt, steal to feed her Sister, beg..... Than maybe, just maybe you might, during this week of Thanksgiving, give to the cause of hunger.... Please.

Do not pity me, it is this very experience that helps make me who I am today. In fact, on Thanksgiving day, like every day, I give thanks for the lessons that colored my world. Won't you please give if you're able? Love you, Kath
Kathieredart Kathieredart
56-60, F
3 Responses Nov 18, 2012

To be honest I'm having a hard time coming up with something to say here. I'm grateful to have a friend like you...and every experience that made you who you are...which is a very wonderful person, by the way...well, I guess I'd have to be grateful for that too...although I also wish you wouldn't have had to know what these things were like. At this time of year we always remember to be more generous...but reading this also reminded me there's also the whole rest of the year too....and more can always be done whenever possible....so that maybe...others won't have know what it's like. Thank you for sharing this...and reminding me of that.

You just made my little heart swell, and mah lil eyes are producing some kind of liquid....
Those were such sad and hard years.... I shove the memories of them way down. But, sometimes I do think, " look how far you and sister have come." I cannot tell you how much your friendship means to me right now.... ( goes for Kleenex, but forgot the tokens, uses cat)

Run kitteh.....booger fur was so last year! :P Sorry....I just had to say it!

Kathi, I am sooo proud of you. Your sister was lucky to be blessed with a sibling like you. There were times raising my son alone when we had little to eat. Pancake mix made with water was a staple. Even today I cannot eat pancakes. But what dosn't kill us ----makes us stronger. Keep strong my friend. Bless you. mini

Ahhhh.... The famous pancake mix trick.... I am familiar with that one also. So sorry, Mini that you had financials troubles while raising your boy. I'm sure with you as his Mom, he has grown into a fine adult. " What doesn't kill us," .... Blessings in the end, don't you think?
It sure makes us aware of what others suffer.... Softens us to hardship and sorrow, methinks.

<-----actually teared up. Mwah! Thank you for sharing that with us.

So sweet of you Edie ..... Oxo