Of course at my young age, I had no idea what that was, but I could tell she wasn't in her right mind. Upon entering her room, she called us all by a different name, I was Samantha. After a brief period, we left and went along our way. Never to speak or hear of her again. .
My father had a job that consisted of us traveling all the time, which kept us with no real place to call our own. By the age of six, I had already lived in twenty-two states and had been to more than thirty-five. Traveling all the time, my dad sold vans, we got to experience a lot of the back roads of America. I was kind of like a state side military brat, but without the benefits. We were in fact, more like Gypsy's. It was fun, but grew very lonely. I was the only daughter and had two brothers. Sometimes we did travel with my uncle and cousin, but rarely did we ever have a place to call our own. We stayed with them, and sometimes they would stay with us or we would travel together. .
My mother's side however; seemed more down to earth and more homely. They never traveled and were always found in the same Northeastern part of Ohio. I do recall living with them a few times, and visiting them more often than any other part of my family, on either side. We would visit them during the holidays and it is at my grandfather's house where I learned how to sing "O Christmas Tree" in German. My grandfather often spoke in German, but only when he was really excited or was extremely mad at my father. However, I do not recall any of my uncle's or mother being able to speak German. My maternal grandmother passed away a year before I was born, so her Polish culture was never spoke of.
During my traveling days, we seen many parts of the country that I am so very thankful for seeing, because without that job of my father's I do not believe that I would have ever seen them. I remember once going through a town out in Arizona, to look for my mom's brother, who was homeless at the time.
