Daddy's second of many moves. Was the home next door to the Veranda(front porch) kindergarten. It was not as roomy as the previous one, where momma left us on her way to England. It had a sprawling veranda where we entered a large front room, which led to the second and smaller room, with a back door that opened to a short dark corridor.
The front room was large where we placed daddy's big bed. Yvonne, 17; Tony 16;
and Stafford 15, slept there together, when daddy was not home. As far as I can
remember; it was crowded.
Just outside the back corridor was the entrance on the right to the community kitchen. Next to it, one facility after the other were the shower room, then the wash-room, and so forth, down the line with the toilet room, last.
From these rooms one could enter from the back yard. which was an open-space. You could see the string of connected one-room rented homes across the yard. In the center they were connected by clothes lines. Off to the back was a fenced-in, pet Mule.
This home must have been haunted, because it was there that I experienced fear for the first time. So many nightmares...
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