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any path he chose. His wife knew of Margureitte, the preacher's
beautiful daughter, but she said nothing. Her husband had a violent
temper.
In her strict Baptist household, Margureitte's latest misadventure must
have been greeted with dismay. But the family undoubtedly rallied
around her, thinking she would get "Cam" Out of her system. She was,
after all, a Siler, and the teenage mother and her new baby girl
returned to Warsaw in that strange blazing summer of 1937 to live with
her parents. The headlines had been full of disasters and tragedies
for months: five hundred Texas children perished in a school explosion,
Amelia , Earhart was lost over the Pacific Ocean, the Hindenburg
dirigible melted in a fireball of burning hydrogen gas, the king of
England abdicated, movie sex queen Jean Harlow succumbed to uremic
poison at twenty-six, and war was brewing in Europe and Asia.
It was also the year that Margaret Mitchell won the Pulitzer Prize for
Gone With the Wind, at once a historic re-creation of the gracious life
of the Old South and a terrifying tale of its destruction during the
Civil War. Its beautiful heroine, a survivor and woman of intricate
wiles, would become Patricia's life model.
Margureitte had to work, and so Mary Siler raised Patty for the first
five years of her life. Patty called her "Mama," and her grandmother
Siler doted on little Patty to the point of obsession. Patty shared
Mary's life and Mary's bed. She had only to voice her every wish and
it was granted.
The little girl was exquisite. She grew thick taffy-colored curls and
her eyes were bigger even than Margureitte's and as green as new leaves
in April. Mama Siler kept her in rumy dotted Swiss dresses,
sunbonnets, and white Mary janes. Her aunt Ednawho was so much older
than Margureitte that she was more like a mother than a sister-sewed
every stitch of the child's clothing.
Everyone who saw her said she was much prettier than Shirley Temple.
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And she was.
Mary Siler made Patty the center of her life. Each of her own thirteen
children paled beside her golden grandchild, "Next to God," she often
said, "I love Patty more than anything in the world." There was always
fruit from the orchard and vegetables brought by parishioners, but
Patty would eat nothing but pancakes.
Her grandmother gave up trying to feed her vegetables, eggs, and
cereal, and served her flapjacks three times a day.
Of all the grandchildren living in or visiting at the parsonage, Patty
was special. When the other youngsters clamored for Cokes, Mary
explained, "No one can have it-because there's only one." And then she
would beckon Patty into the back room and surreptitiously give her that
single Coca-Cola. When the children were naughty, they were sent out
to find their own switch and were whipped. But Patty was never
spanked. Instead, her grandmother picked her up gently and whispered,
"Now bend over, and be sure and cry real loud." She could not bring
herself to strike Patty, so she only pretended to hit her.
While her mother cared for Patty, Margureitte worked at a number of
jobs, looking for a career that would lead her into the life-style she
sought. Born into the country preacher's world of meager circumstances
and self-sacrifice, she yearned for gracious living, fine things and a
lovely home. She was clever and quick, and she had always wondered
what it would be like to be part of the horsey set, riding to the hunt,
performing in shows with jodhpurs and a well-cut jacket. She lopged
for romance and true love, but her days were spent working at a dull
job as a clerk.
As fertile as her mother, Margureitte once again conceived, her third
pregnancy before she was twenty.
This time, Margureitte made no pretense of a husband. She agonized
over the few choices open to her. She had to work and Mama Siler
couldn't take care of two toddlers. Margureitte would have to give
this baby up for adoption. She arranged to stay at the Florence
Crittendon Home at 4759 Reservoir Road in Washington, D.C. Required to
work both before and after her delivery to pay for her board, room, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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any path he chose. His wife knew of Margureitte, the preacher's
beautiful daughter, but she said nothing. Her husband had a violent
temper.
In her strict Baptist household, Margureitte's latest misadventure must
have been greeted with dismay. But the family undoubtedly rallied
around her, thinking she would get "Cam" Out of her system. She was,
after all, a Siler, and the teenage mother and her new baby girl
returned to Warsaw in that strange blazing summer of 1937 to live with
her parents. The headlines had been full of disasters and tragedies
for months: five hundred Texas children perished in a school explosion,
Amelia , Earhart was lost over the Pacific Ocean, the Hindenburg
dirigible melted in a fireball of burning hydrogen gas, the king of
England abdicated, movie sex queen Jean Harlow succumbed to uremic
poison at twenty-six, and war was brewing in Europe and Asia.
It was also the year that Margaret Mitchell won the Pulitzer Prize for
Gone With the Wind, at once a historic re-creation of the gracious life
of the Old South and a terrifying tale of its destruction during the
Civil War. Its beautiful heroine, a survivor and woman of intricate
wiles, would become Patricia's life model.
Margureitte had to work, and so Mary Siler raised Patty for the first
five years of her life. Patty called her "Mama," and her grandmother
Siler doted on little Patty to the point of obsession. Patty shared
Mary's life and Mary's bed. She had only to voice her every wish and
it was granted.
The little girl was exquisite. She grew thick taffy-colored curls and
her eyes were bigger even than Margureitte's and as green as new leaves
in April. Mama Siler kept her in rumy dotted Swiss dresses,
sunbonnets, and white Mary janes. Her aunt Ednawho was so much older
than Margureitte that she was more like a mother than a sister-sewed
every stitch of the child's clothing.
Everyone who saw her said she was much prettier than Shirley Temple.
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And she was.
Mary Siler made Patty the center of her life. Each of her own thirteen
children paled beside her golden grandchild, "Next to God," she often
said, "I love Patty more than anything in the world." There was always
fruit from the orchard and vegetables brought by parishioners, but
Patty would eat nothing but pancakes.
Her grandmother gave up trying to feed her vegetables, eggs, and
cereal, and served her flapjacks three times a day.
Of all the grandchildren living in or visiting at the parsonage, Patty
was special. When the other youngsters clamored for Cokes, Mary
explained, "No one can have it-because there's only one." And then she
would beckon Patty into the back room and surreptitiously give her that
single Coca-Cola. When the children were naughty, they were sent out
to find their own switch and were whipped. But Patty was never
spanked. Instead, her grandmother picked her up gently and whispered,
"Now bend over, and be sure and cry real loud." She could not bring
herself to strike Patty, so she only pretended to hit her.
While her mother cared for Patty, Margureitte worked at a number of
jobs, looking for a career that would lead her into the life-style she
sought. Born into the country preacher's world of meager circumstances
and self-sacrifice, she yearned for gracious living, fine things and a
lovely home. She was clever and quick, and she had always wondered
what it would be like to be part of the horsey set, riding to the hunt,
performing in shows with jodhpurs and a well-cut jacket. She lopged
for romance and true love, but her days were spent working at a dull
job as a clerk.
As fertile as her mother, Margureitte once again conceived, her third
pregnancy before she was twenty.
This time, Margureitte made no pretense of a husband. She agonized
over the few choices open to her. She had to work and Mama Siler
couldn't take care of two toddlers. Margureitte would have to give
this baby up for adoption. She arranged to stay at the Florence
Crittendon Home at 4759 Reservoir Road in Washington, D.C. Required to
work both before and after her delivery to pay for her board, room, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]