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Grapevine : January 2012
brandy. That started my slide into a life so crazy, I never could have dreamed it. By the time I was 16, World War II had started, so I left my small home town in central Florida and headed for the lights of Tampa. I was to train for the defense indus- try, but what I succeeded in was making my life a mess. While out drinking one night, I agreed to marry a young man I had known in high school who was leaving for the Navy. We woke up an old judge in the wee hours of the morning, I lied about my age, and we were married. Never mind that I didn’t love him. My true love was already off in the Army. When he came home three years later, I married him, too, with- out getting divorced from my first spouse, or even telling anyone else about the marriage. I was in luck with this second husband as we were both heavy drinkers. I supported us by waitress- ing, which opened doors to all the bad habits that came wandering in off the road with the truck drivers. I had my first daughter while I was still a teenager, then was pregnant again in two years. My true love turned out to be a true nightmare, so I went looking for something bet- ter. I decided to take my baby and my little sister and hitchhike to Washington, D.C. I met a nice fellow, a taxi driver, who liked me so much he took me home to meet his family. I’m sure his mother saw I was pregnant. When that baby was born, I arranged for an open adoption with a co-worker, but the arrangement fell though when I showed up drunk. I married the taxi driver with- out telling him the truth. I even talked him into moving back to aagrapevine.org 57 GRAPE_56-59.indd 57 11/22/11 3:09 PM