Freedom Come Movement

My Father was an educated man. He went to Northern State Universty in 1945 and majored in Trigonomerty. My Father loved figures, that was his lane. His favorite was to “stay in your lane.” With all that he had, me and my siblings would joke that we all fell “a little short.” There were times I think he wanted to give all of us away, my mother included, but in the end he still loved us. He had drinking problem and one time my mother talked about leaving him but never did. I think she loved him too much and I know we did too. We moved from Oakland, CA to Dos Palos, CA in the San Joaquin Valley. Me and my family moved around alot when I was a child. I had 7 siblings (five sisters and two brothers). One day my father said no more moving around and he bought two acres of land from this white man in Dos Palos. The man was also a father of a twelve year girl and I was her age. This was intersting to say the least, before then. I saw my father build our three bedroom home from scratch. He later taught me things about carpentry. I listen to him more than like I did my teachers at school. My father and I became close. I knew him as wise and caring father. Thanks GOD.