Georgetown

This is probably where I should have started,when I first attempted to put my childhood memories on this blog.There is no chronological order, so I am sure that it reads like I am just rambling. It just proves that I'm no wordsmith. This part about Georgetown I am very vague on because it occurred before I was six years old. I'm sure any of my older kin could easily correct me or just have a giggle. I am also sure many of my acquaintances from Ryal side could do the same.
So to the best of my recall here goes.
I remember we had a outhouse, a smelly one seater at that. We got our water from a dug well that was in the side yard. We had a big wood burning kitchen stove,and a shed attached to the back of the house for firewood storage. The only other thing I remember about the inside of the house was my father sleeping in a easy chair.This I only was aware of from the rare times the outhouse would beckon me late at night. I believe he slept there because of our mother's health problems,or maybe a wee bit of a nip. We had a barn in the back yard. Across the street was a field and another house.I believe both houses were owned by our grandfather Harry Lemp.
The field had a rather large vegetable garden in it and a abandoned old car down at the end of the field,that Harry and David used to sneak smokes and what not.
I remember living with my grandparents some where in Pennsylvania for a short period of time.
The only thing that stands out in my mind from that period was my grandfather strutting around in his army uniform. Even at that age he came off as a pompous ass. And I have to say "honest to God" he actually carried a swagger stick.
I remember going with David and Harry to a pond, so we could catch frogs and have their legs for supper. I remember a day with huge snow flakes and seeing a car drive by with a deer slung over the hood.
I remember a very confusing day, when two people came to take me and Noel into the state house in Boston.Earlier in the day some other people came to take my mother away.I remember one of my sisters chasing the car down the street and both of them loudly crying. I don't remember if the people who took me and Noel away were male or female,only that they pointed out the dome of the state house when we neared it. As if we should be impressed and that it was some kind of a big deal.(do gooders and bureaucrats,what an odd combo)
After what seemed like hours setting on a bench in what I believe was the state house, we were taking to the orphanage. I'm sure you have heard the ads on TV to support "The Home for little Wanderers" Well my experience with that place was not all warm and fuzzy.It was more like something dark and gritty that Dickens would have penned. (of course that was the 40's and things may be different now) It was a scary time and the kids that were there were mostly older and bigger and had a "chip on their shoulder", and rightly so.
The other thing that stands out in my mind is the fact that we had to cross over a busy Boston st. via a foot bridge ever day.Where we were going I do not remember.Even though leaving there to go to the Thibedeau's in Beverly was to turn out to be a better experience.It still was very scary and hard to adjust.Even though the atmosphere was much better,it was still hard to adjust to another place full of strange people.
We later learned That Delice and Adele were placed in a state home in Merrimac.Harry went to live and finish High school with his friends the Thompsons (I've probably misspelled this name)
and after that into the Air Force.David had gone immediately into the Air Force and my father back to upper state New York. I think.
In my next blog I will try to finish up my Ryal side memories