A Stillness of Thought
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This true and dramatic story is about little Kathy finding her way through a totally dysfunctional and violent childhood. It is breathtakingly honest and some places frightening, as this little girl braves what is a completely savage upbringing.
Kathleen walks her readers through her years of dogged determination to overcome familial viol
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A Stillness of Thought - Kathleen Cannon
Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world … things I learnt when I was negotiating was that until I changed myself, I could not change others.
—Nelson Mandela
A Stillness of Thought
I was happy with the slumber of long-ago felt emotions;
Lying in the sun, along a quietly flowing river;
As a butterfly taking flight, landing wherever was pleasing;
To taste this and that.
Now, the sun has clouded over, the river is rising
with thunderous turbulence.
The butterfly’s wings are dampened by the tear drops
of the raging water.
She cannot flit the music of her wings.
She sits.
Frozen.
Remembering.…
1
Awareness
As sleep melts from my mind, I feel a warm glow penetrating my three-year-old body. A familiar scent and feel of a pillow cradle my head. My blue eyes slowly open to see the window just off center, to the left of the bed. Through this portal the sun is smiling its morning glow and warmth into the blue-green bedroom with glorious, laughing brightness. I’m washed in pure joy and feel the radiance of love!
I burst into laughter!
Look! I have a body!
I throw the warm covers off, jump up, and run downstairs as fast as my little feet and legs can go.
I must tell my mommy!
"I woke up alive today!
2
Trauma
It’s mid-October, the shiny knotty-pine walls and waxed cream-colored tiled floor bounce with reflections of the afternoon sun. The living room is vibrating with the music of Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash. With my sisters, Linda and Vicki, we prance around the room with our rhythmic bodies, twirling each other, laughing, singing, dancing round our little brother, Wilson, as he plays on the floor.
Dad walks in the room, just coming home from work, asking where Mom is. Excited because he’s home and out of breath from our aerobics, I tell him, Mom’s taking a nap.
We four kids, happily jabbering among ourselves, follow Dad into their bedroom.
There she is! The blankets are up to her neck. Her face is so pretty!
As dad sits down on the edge of the bed; he picks up a pair of mom’s panties off the dresser, letting them hang from his fingertips, he lightly drags them over her smiling face.
Their playing mesmerizes me.
Now that I have my siblings quieted down and playing with each other in the bunk- bed back room, I move into the living room.
The house is quiet.
I sit down on the left end of the green couch, where mommy and daddy make cigarettes. I reach over, pick up a rolled cigarette and the silver lighter, flip its top, and light up.
I hear a noise; it sounds like knocking on the walls coming from mom and dad’s bedroom.
I can hear them, but not their words.
Their voices sound mad.
The door handle is jiggling, but the door isn’t opening.
Someone is screaming!
POW! The bedroom door slams open!
Mommy! Crawling across the hall floor into the bathroom!
She turns, in front of me, crying, blood all over her naked body!
Daddy! He just pounced from the bedroom!
He’s standing over mom like a giant, kicking her and yelling swear words at her; I’ll kill you, you god damned bitch!
She is so tiny.
With each kick, she screams out!
They are right in front of me. They don’t see me because I’m hiding behind the smoke of the cigarette.
I can’t breathe!
Mommy’s almost to the living room door.
Mommy’s screaming, crying, naked, and bleeding!
I am four years, ten months, and fifteen days old.…
DARKNESS…….
3
Placed in Protective Custody
Coming out of the blackness, I see the rooms, the furniture, and the people in shades of grays and whites. My siblings and I are in the neighbor’s home, eating breakfast. They live across the street from my family’s house.
The sun coming through the multiple square windows make the table and its breakfast contents glow.
I hear one of the adults say that someone is coming to pick us up and take us somewhere.
I grab Wilson, holding him on my hip, running outside the gloomy house. Daylight pierces my eyes; somehow Vicki and Linda are holding on to each of my hands as we run down the front porch steps, across the road to our empty home.
I don’t know who They
are, but I know they are coming to take us away!
I’m big and strong!
I’m on the grass!
I’m running across the cement road!
Hurrying, we pass dad’s white and blue car to the side door of our house.
I open the screen door and turn the knob to our kitchen door, it’s locked!
I can’t see in; the green curtains are covering the window.
Where is my Daddy? His car is here!
I shove my sisters under dad’s car and sit Wilson on the stoop of the kitchen door, closing the screen door to hide him from whatever is coming to take us away!
All of us are bawling, tears and snot running down our faces.
The road is black.
The grass is green.
The house is grey.
The dark car is here!
I can save us!
I won’t let them take us!
I’m strong!
I am magical!
I stood my ground, in the middle of the sidewalk, next to my dad’s car, frightened. Strangers are taking us away from home!
I am magical! I can keep these aliens away from us!
They see us!
They’re getting out of a car!
They’re walking right up the sidewalk to the back door to Wilson!
They see Linda and Vicki under dad’s car and fetch them out!
I run to the front of my daddy’s car. They’re touching me!
They pick me up like I am nothing! Can’t they see how big and strong I am?
I am magical!
Leave me alone!
I scream at them while twisting, turning, and kicking to get away from their grip on me.
I am magical!
Protesting in terror, my arms and legs whip the air. They lay me on the floor, behind the front seat of the car, and place their feet on me to hold me down.
I am four years and eleven months old.
Again, darkness blankets my mind.
4
The State Police Post
My head hurts; it feels funny on the inside and the outside.
Sitting on the edge of a cement swimming pool, dangling my feet in the cool blue water, in the glaring sun, I feel wavy and melting.
Everything looks fuzzy, but I feel, hear, and then see my sisters and brother beside me.
An adult, dressed in dark blue, stoops down next to me saying something about everything is going to be okay.
There’s white cement for ground instead of green grass.
It’s got cracks in it.
Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.
There’s a big square building behind us.
There’s a fence around everything!
Outside the fence is a big road; I can tell because all the cars are going by so fast.
The adults with the dark blue clothes, with silver badges and a belt with a gun hanging off it, take us inside the square building and give us cold milk and cookies.
I know about guns. My daddy had some guns in the living room; knives, too. He was throwing the knives into the cream tile floor when the police came and took him away.
I feel funny.
Once more, darkness weaves through my mind.
5
Father’s Mother and Father
My father’s mother, Mary, was born in 1900 to Native American/Caucasian and African American parents. Her parents were born post-Civil War. Her parents had fourteen children, Grandma being the youngest.
When Grandma was four months old and her sister, Helen about two years old, Great-grandfather placed them in a Catholic orphanage because he couldn’t afford to feed them. Grandmother was raised in an orphanage until she turned twenty-one.
She met John, who would become my Grandpa, the summer she was released from the orphanage. Grandpa was also estranged from his parents; I don’t know if they died or something happened to their relationship as parents and child. He was raised by an aunt and uncle.
Grandpa served in Canada, during the beginning of WWI; I don’t know which branch, came home from there and went directly into the U.S. armed forces. John and Mary met in the summer of 1921, after Grandpa completed his military commitment.
Grandpa was an alcoholic. Back in the day, he made his own liquor and beer.
Grandma was raised in a religious institution. She told me how the nuns would pinch and twist the skin on her face and arms when she misbehaved.
Two lonely young people, longing for love and to belong to someone and some place, they married soon after they met.
They had five children, four boys and one girl, all born before the Great Depression, which was a worldwide economic decline that lasted ten years. It began when the stock market prices fell twenty-three percent in four days in October 1929.
Grandpa worked for the auto industry. Grandma was a stay-at-home mom.
Grandpa beat his wife regularly, teaching his boys that when you hit your wife, she deserved it. Also, teaching his daughter that if she married a man who beat her, she deserved it and this was a normal way of living.
Grandpa and Grandma’s youngest child and only daughter married a man who was an alcoholic. He beat her, and regularly sexually and physically abused their children. They also had four boys and a girl.
Grandma told me she caught Grandpa with a woman in their bedroom; he had tried to hide the other woman under the bed. From that day on, Grandma had lovers of her own who came to the house. Her lovers would sit with her husband and they would drink beer together while Grandma finished getting ready for her date.
My grandparents were Catholic; therefore, they didn’t believe in divorce.
6
Father
Grandpa beat my dad with wire coat hangers and electrical cords, especially if he got into his father’s homemade brew.
My father, Teats was taught to be rough and hard. Dad used swear words for everyday language. My native tongue is swearing. A habit, thank God, I have learned to let go of. I only speak this language when I feel deeply frustrated or extremely angry.
At seventeen dad joined the Merchant Marine and sailed the Great Lakes for two years. When he came off those ships, he joined the United States Navy at nineteen, during World War II.
During his Navy years, he was in China. He witnessed people getting their hands chopped off for stealing a loaf of bread. The most horrifying experience he had serving his country was when their ship moved into the shores of China, where he saw hundreds of dead female infants floating in the waters.
Dad, like his father, was an alcoholic.
When dad came out of the service, Grandpa got him a job in the same auto manufacturing plant he worked in.
Father extended his childhood training into my parents’ marriage. He was conditioned in alcoholism, bar fights and wife beating.
7
Mother
Mom’s mother was an alcoholic who wasn’t married for years. Instead, she had boyfriends, in those days children were