Caroni Lombard
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As a child my family moved often. In my story, I share that experience; what it was like and how we coped.
But my story is not just for those who share my experience of growing up in a highly mobile family. It's for anyone who's human.
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Is Moving A Lot as a child traumatic?
Articles and studies I have read report school and behavioral difficulties and some emotional issues in children who move. Parental divorce is a factor in most studies I read. No literature I could find talks about the impacts of moving many times during childhood.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
Following My Father
In San Francisco, my parents rented a large flat on Funston Avenue, bordering Park Presidio Boulevard. The only furniture we had were our dining table and chairs, and beds, they pulled out of storage. What might have been a beautiful and comfortable flat had it been furnished and decorated properly, was cold, physically, and for me, emotionally.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
Following My Father, Palo Alto, Part Two
Our move to a house right across the street from Jordan Junior High School proved to make for a miserable year for me. Throughout my childhood, it often seemed that we lived in a place I liked a lot, moved to a place I didn't like, moved to a place I liked, and so on. This was not always the case; sometimes there were two places, even three, in a row where I felt unhappy.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
Following My Father: Palo Alto, Part One
My family left San Francisco at the end of fifth grade. Why? Beats me. Dad still worked at John Blum's firm downtown. We moved many times during the years he worked for him. I've written before about how nonsensical most of our moving seemed. Dad had wanderlust in addition to a tendency toward the geographical cure.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
Following My Father
Our last summer in St. Helena ended with a shock that set both Bevy's family and my family into turmoil. Bevy and I were kept in the dark for a while, but sensed something was going on. We began to overhear snippets, even though the grown ups stopped talking when we approached. One day Bevy figured it out and whispered to me, "Sylvia is pregnant!"
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
Following My Father
We moved from the Oakland Hills to St. Helena in the Napa Valley shortly before the end of the school year in first grade. Dad's decision to move us at that time led to a crisis between my oldest sister. About to graduate high school from Oakland Tech, a school Winnie loved and felt proud to attend, she felt betrayed and refused to go. She arranged to stay with a friend for those last weeks of school.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
