When Times are Hard:Posted by: admin | Posted on: June 14, 2021
Someone MUST take a Stand for RIGHT!
When she was only four-years-old, Shelby learned to take action. At the age of twelve, the police were scared to protect the old folks, so she arranged for free meals. Next time the 12 hoodlums showed up to extort Social Security check money, 10 went home in body bags, the other two were killed in a shoot-out with law-enforcement. Someone MUST take a Stand for RIGHT!
During the next four years, Susie and I had our Friday Night parties every week. We rode our horses, and played all the games needed to be played at school to keep our 4.0 GPAs in tact. We were both planning to go to one or the other university in Springfield. Golf, tennis, and school sports I could really excel at, to the point some students accused me of cheating.
High School parents can really get nasty when their teenagers can’t keep up with a girl they consider a spoiled BRAT. I’m the only teenager with a security detail sitting outside the school every day, the GMC Suburban follows me everywhere I go. It’s nothing new, it’s always been there and I do spend a lot of time at The Hill like it’s my own resort. The Sanders family have kept my horse at The Hill since my 7th birthday, Colonel Ted Sanders and both wives: Jessie and Jodie have always been close friends. These are people I’ve learned to depend on when times get rough, they are all people I can really talk to about anything.
Oh, I almost forgot the trouble I got into after the 1987 Cedarville Steel’s Fourth of July picnic. I’ll have you know I was dressed proper for such an event, my Mom had laid down the law: “NO BIKINIS”, and I did obey.
They were choosing up sides to play sand-lot volleyball, Willie Johnson picked me to be on his team. The other team did not stand a chance, I am the local track star, which means I can run faster and jump higher than anyone else. Just Willie and I could have easily beat the other team, our team did win. After the game, women were jumping up and down, hugging and kissing this gorgeous hunk of tall handsome muscle. When my chance came, I jumped him with both arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He took me by the waist in his strong hands and set me down on my own two feet, saying: “Not now, we can’t!”
When I got home, my parents gave me a major talking to about acting badly. The Sanders family, all three caught me up at The Hill on Sunday afternoon and said I should keep myself under control, which meant to keep away from William L. Johnson at all times. “Your day will come, but do NOT rock the boat!”
The pastor at church told me I was not to play the piano for Sunday services anymore. Members of the congregation had complained about my outside activities and my reputation with too many boys.
Monday I went down to Young’s Family & Home to get groceries for my mother. Soon as I cleared the door entering the store, Kare-Ann, the owner got on the PA and called me to her office. When I stuck my head through her door: “You little Bitch, Get in here and sit down. That stunt you pulled on Saturday is more than I’m taking. The age of consent is 17 in the State of Missouri, you are only 15. Willie could be brought up on charges if he’s seen with you. He’d have to move back to Colombia, and we all need him here.”
“OH, yes I know all about you and the teachers at school; you have cost us all a lot of money to keep things quiet. Don’t you ever come to my office again. If we need to talk, catch me after services on Sunday at church. Get what your Mom needs and go home.”
That is what I did, though no one at school said one word to me about anything. My activities with the Principal, Superintendent, and three other male teachers continued. This was usual Monday through Friday after classes let out, since before I turned twelve.
Next week after my altercation at Young’s, I bought groceries and headed back home on my skate-board. Mom was putting the purchased items away and called me to come back upstairs. A small black walnut jewelry box was laying on the counter. My Mom inquired: “What did you have to do to pay for this?”
I picked up and opened the case, inside was a matching selection of exquisite diamond and emerald jewelry. Earrings, necklace, navel bobble, and a pair of nipple bars. The main stones on each piece, all were one carat, trimed in smaller stones.
Next day my Mom was going to Ava, so I hitched a ride and had her let me out on the square by the Jewelry Store. The owner knows me quite well since Mom and I both got our nipples done here. Soon as he got done waiting on another customer, he came over and asked me what I wanted. I showed him what I was wearing and asked if he could use his microscope to check the registration numbers. He did and said these were part of a selection bought 10 years back at Designs by Rochelle in Springfield.
At least, now I knew they weren’t stolen, so I could continue wearing these gorgeous pieces, to school and everywhere.