As I mentioned earlier, my mother quit working at Remington. She was pregnant again . My father had an accident on his job that year too. They were moving a house down the road and he was on top of it when they came to some power lines. I guess he didn't see them in time to duck and he got knocked off the roof. Both of his legs were broke and he had to have casts on his legs. When he did come home he had to use a wheelchair. It was hell after that. My father got even meaner. He'd use his crutches to hit us. Mostly my brother Steve. For some reason poor Steve rubbed him the wrong way all the time. He'd hit that kid for any little reason.
We were back on Welfare again. Everything seemed to go down hill from then on.
My mother had my sister Pamela on December 3, 1961. Now there were ten children! Lord help us! My father was still in his wheelchair at that time. I have one photo of the day Pam came home with my father holding her.
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