In Memory of Susan Denise Atkins-Whitehouse
Let the Good Times Roll
"At the age of thirteen
my mother was diagnosed with inoperative cancer
and I 'inherited' a family of five.
I would come home from junior high school and begin
cooking, cleaning, and washing for my father,
two brothers, myself and my bed-ridden mother.
I was also the one who had to give my mother the morphine shots
as she slowly passed away over the next twelve months.
my mother was diagnosed with inoperative cancer
and I 'inherited' a family of five.
I would come home from junior high school and begin
cooking, cleaning, and washing for my father,
two brothers, myself and my bed-ridden mother.
I was also the one who had to give my mother the morphine shots
as she slowly passed away over the next twelve months.
Upon her death my father increased his drinking
until eventually, around my sixteenth birthday,
he left one day and never came back,
abandoning me and my younger brother
to fend for ourselves..."
(The first paragraph of Susan's work
The Myth of Helter Skelter,
by Susan Atkins-Whitehouse)
Let the good times roll...
home
until eventually, around my sixteenth birthday,
he left one day and never came back,
abandoning me and my younger brother
to fend for ourselves..."
(The first paragraph of Susan's work
The Myth of Helter Skelter,
by Susan Atkins-Whitehouse)
Let the good times roll...
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