Little Alfred, Another Lost Child: A Memoir
Many readers of this book may feel at a loss to “feel” the real people and how they felt. That is the purpose of telling it the way it was. No fakery, no embellishments, just the raw straight-from-the-hip truth. This is not fiction, this is fact. No deep seated love or caring, except for my grandma’s and the Shermans, (may their goodness last for eternity) no affection, no deep looking into their souls for a little lost child nothing.
These foster parents were paid and it was a job, just like any other job, that’s all it was for them.
I have no love or hate for these people, it was something that just happened. Nothing can change the past, it is long gone, one can only look back at it and try to remember the good times, and forget sorrowful and hurting times.
This manuscript was submitted to a literary agent who liked it. There was just one problem, she wanted to change it, give it more impact, more pizzazz, make it stand out even if it meant putting in fiction. I didn’t and wouldn’t go for that. If I wanted this manuscript to be fiction with all its embellishments, I’d write it as such.. what you will be reading is my life through my eyes as a child, with all its warts, cuts, bruises and ugliness. It’s not perfect, it’s life.
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Christmas at the frozen lake
Getting caught in the act
Summer vacation starts
Uncle catches a sunburn but no fish
Mom comes to visit me
A car rolls into the creek
Yellow rain on the back patio
Summer was over
The money disappeared
I am very sick
A day at the New York Worlds Fair
Fun at Luna Park
The cyclone at the pier
The weekend with mom
Back to school
A mild case of asthma
A walk to the trolley tracks
Strep throat and a trip to the hospital
The trip back to Coney Island
Saying goodbye to the Leedermans
At the Dannilows and back to school
Unhappy and alone
Meeting my new foster parents
A trip into the forest to pick berries
The nasty fall
The night at the bowling alley
Summer was officially over
Uncle takes me fishing
Fun at the farm
My tenth birthday
I must leave Auntie Uncle and Bobby
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Alfred Allen and Stanley anymore asked Auntie Auntie and Uncle Auntie’s backyard ball berries Bobby Bobby’s BOHACKS boys bridge building candy catch Chinese checkers clang Coney Island couldn’t creek crying Dannilow dinner door driveway drove felt finger Florence friends front gone Good-bye grandma hand happened happy hole hook hurt inside kitchen lake Leedermans living room looked lots loved lunch model airplanes mom’s Monticello never nice okay parents park picked pier play pole postal card pulled radio-controlled airplanes reel ride rolled sand side sidewalk sitting skates sled sledding slowly smile snow Spring Valley Stanton started stay stopped street summer swimming talked tall thought tired told took train train station trolley turned Uncle George wasn’t watched waved weekend wheel World’s Fair worm yelled York City