COVID COUPLE
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COVID COUPLE - Karen Pleban
© 2024 Karen Pleban. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 04/29/2024
ISBN: 979-8-8230-2540-9 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-2538-6 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2024907785
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Contents
The Beginning
Childhood Sweetheart
Family Tragedy
A New Direction
Life Changing Event
Alone without Hope
Dreams
Snowbird
New Beginning
Florida Homestead
Growth in Florida
Reminiscing
The Beginning
26104.pngIt was Mother’s Day, May 12, 1946, when I was born in Cleveland, Ohio. Growing up, my family faced financial struggles, but my oldest sister always looked out for me. My father, a World War II veteran, had a troubled past and battled alcoholism According to my grandmother, my mom received notice that my dad was missing in action during World War II. As it turned out, he was not missing in action, but a prisoner of war detained in a concentration camp. Eventually, he and his troop escaped the camp and was found just after my mother received the missing in action
notice.
It was not uncommon for my dad to drink anything he could get his hands on, as he was an alcoholic. I once witnessed him drinking radiator fluid when he didn’t have any money I witnessed my dad suffering from Delirium Tremens (DTs) several times when I was around seven years old., There is no way to describe how terrible it was. It is difficult to see your father shiver vigorously on the floor with vomit rolling out of his mouth while screaming things like the Nazis are attacking you. There was an incident when we were in our home when he attempted to set it on fire, thinking that we were the enemy. As a result of my father’s issues with drinking and the backlash of the war, my parents became separated on and off throughout my life. I never really got to spend much time with him, Nonetheless, my dad would tell me stories about his war experiences when I had the opportunity to sit with him. My mother would get very angry with him when he told me the stories. There were sometimes times when I felt like I was the only one listening to him. It was interesting to hear about some of the things he told me. Despite how long ago he told them, the stories still resonate with me.
During times of sobriety, my father tried to act like a normal husband and father but his illness always interfered. I remember him forcing my sisters to scrub the floors all around the house with a toothbrush while he was in the house. He would have my brother go on the streets to shine shoes for extra money, he told him that he needed the money to help with food, but he would instead use it to buy wine. I was fortunate enough to escape the wrath of most of his episodes.
It was obvious to me that he had a purple heart and a few other medals because he told me about them. As the years have passed, my dad’s military medals were never to be found. I don’t recall ever seeing his medals throughout the years. The medals were finally obtained in 2015 after I wrote to the U.S. Department of Defense
One of my brothers was a year younger than me, my oldest brother was three years older, and I had two sisters who were older than me. Throughout my life, my oldest sister always looked out for me. I think she thought of me as a baby doll since we couldn’t afford dolls, toys, or bikes for her.
As a result of our poverty, we were raised in the projects. We lived among all kinds of criminals and thieves. As a result of my sister’s friendship and my sister’s protection, I have always been safe.
I remember my mother always kept the shades down during holidays like Christmas to conceal the fact that we were poor. Having good food at Christmas was a thrilling experience at our house. As kids, we all made each other something for Christmas. I remember one year my sister made me a baby doll out of old socks.
When I was around seven years old, my aunt and uncle took me to Atlantic City with them because my mom had trouble getting me to gain weight. My Aunt and Uncle fed me all kinds of stuff in Atlantic City. I had a great time and I gained weight.
Because we were destitute, attending school was difficult. As a kid, I was teased for having hand-me-down clothes and being ridiculed by kids when they saw my dad drunk.
We were only 9 years old I got into a huge physical fight with one of my neighbors named Katie because she was teasing me about how she saw my drunken father and that we were going to have a poor easter. Katie and I had our first communion together. My sister Rose supervised the fight to keep it fair without other kids jumping in on it. It turned out to be a draw because the fight went on for over an hour and neither one of us would quit. We both got scratched up, our hair pulled out and our clothes ripped up. My sister Rose got into a lot of trouble with my mother over that one. Shortly after that fight, my mother got a job, and we moved out of the projects never to look back again. She didn’t have any skills, but she got a job cooking for a local bar. That is when she started drinking a lot.
My younger brother Chuck and I looked like twins until we were 10 years old. Despite being only a year apart in age, we had a lot in common. Both my sisters got married, while my older brother spent a lot of time with his friends. My brother Chuck and I were always hanging out together. Together with him and his friends, I used to fish at Lake Erie. During our school days, we would spend a lot of time in