My Friend Gins Corner

Hello, my name is Virginia Green (Ohern), I was born on Sunday July 29th, 1962 at 5:32pm; that makes me a Leo (57 years old) , and I am very proud of it! I want to do this because I have had a lot of experiences during my life and I am hoping that if I share those experiences and how I reacted to them (or how I SHOULD have reacted to them) will help people in one way or another.

I do have a very lengthly life story; it has several adoption stories amoung other head turning events. So here I go. I may do what I call {criss cross} my stories, you will understand as we go.

The way I understand it is that when I was born my parents managed a Hotel in Longview and we moved when I was about 8 months old; I did have pictures but my 1st husband lost them at a storage place in Houston TX :(

They met due to my oldest sister from my mothers first marriage had polio. My father was a Chiropracter; he did adjustments on my sister and it helped. Well mom and her husband was not able to pay the bill so my father decided to hire my mom to work in the office to "pay the bill". One thing led to another and they ended up having an affair; my father was also married and had 3 children and mama had 2 girls. I am not sure how long the affair was going on when my mother became pregnant. The next thing I am told is that she just leaves my two sisters at the baby sitter, put a restraining order,on her then 1st husband, to keep him away from the girls. I believe what ended up happening is that she ended up letting Gordon get the girls. She and my father lived in the Dallas area. They had a baby girl on May 21st, 1958 (I found out about her when I was 15); mama had told me that the people whom adopted her was supposed to name her Jana Lou; after her Janus Louise. I will find out later than there was no such name; they named her Theresa Flanningan. Then in 1962 they had me; I found out they were never legally married; only common law. When I was born daddy was 52 and mama was 25; BIG age difference!!!!

The next thing I remember is my dad taking me to open water (not sure if Galveston, Corpus etc) but I remember an older man in a boat; again with help of pictures I USED to have, I see myself at about 4 or 5 years old standing on a dock beside a boat with fish on a string; standing there with my daddy smiling big as you please; the name I remember calling that man was "Mr. Bill". Then it must be the same year I remember pictures I had of me at the same age with real curly hair (momma had put curlers in it..lol)and I was sitting in the front yard with some young kittens, probably about 4 to 5 weeks old. I remember an elementary teacher by the name of Mrs. Rose; her son Mark was in my class; I had such a crush on him!!! I think of them often and wonder where their lives have taken them. I remember in this younger time walking down a road and taking a couple horses apples. One day I paid too much attention to one and not the other and when I turned to go, the one that was upset with me nibbed me by my coat shoulder and pulled me back to pet him/her more...LOL.

Next few bits and pieces I remember is living in Seguin TX, Waco TX (Bellmead TX - not sure if Houston or Waco). I remember (I THINK it was in Bellmead) that there were 2 horses owned by a neighbor I think, their names were Roxy and Bella; Roxy was the mama and Bella was the daughter. They allowed me to go riding with them frequently; that is a very happy memory I have. I also remember about the same time about running around a water tank - for livestock, and went swimming with some friends one summer (I am obviously older but not sure how old to be honest). That same time I remember honeysuckles on a vine, eating pears off a tree on my way home from school; there are two more not so nice memories I have from this time. It was the same summer; one thing is that some friends and I were playing with a ball, it rolled over under a window ledge; I ran over to get the ball; grabbed it, lifted my head and BAM, right into a HUGE yellow jackets nest!!!! I ran into the house like crazy, momma put alcohol all over my head to help the sting; I am now afraid of bees! The second thing is, I was sitting in a wheel barrow; the curved part where you empty it. I was minding my own business when all of a sudden about 200 blackcats went off right next to my back! I now am not fond of loud, popping fireworks!

I am also afraid of heights because I fell off a 7ft slide at 2 1/2 years old; busted my head open; got stitches; doctors told my parents to not upset me, make me cry, aggravated, etc...I had to stay happy; they were predicting that I wasn't going to make it to my 3rd birthday! Obvdiously I did...I had pictures in storage of that birthday party; apparantly my nick name was "Charlie" because I was such a tom boy. I had pictures of this miracle 3rd birthday; but it got lost in that storage in Houston.

From here on is going to be based around my 9th birthday. I have always remembered ONE instance of where my father, YES my BIOLOGICAL father; having ME sexually pleasing him; not intercourse, not oral but a hand job. Right after that, he had a stroke (July 28th 1971); he was paralyzed on the right side (leg, arm and foot); he couldn't talk or walk. With some tme he started saying "boy boy" for EVERYTHING. I found out a few years ago that my two oldest sisters came to stay with us for a couple weeks after his stroke to help take care of me while momma worked two jobs. I feel bad for not remembering this time; both of my sisters told me it may be for a reason that I do not want to remember; don't push it; just go for the NOW and the future. I believe our minds will block memories that may be too bad for us; or there is some sort of trauma.

I am not sure how long it is after this time that I remember living in a house on Porter St in San Antonio Tx. I remember mama having two waitress jobs; one at an Italian restaurant and the Little Bavarian. I remember cooking hamburger helper many nights for dinner. I remember having to help my father get on and off the toilet, in and out of the bed and make sure that he got fed. I had to grow up quick.

After, what seemed like YEARS, mama finally put daddy in a rest home at the Vetersans Hospital in Kerrville TX. The reason why she ended up doing this is because he would get frustrated because I could not understand what it was that he wanted or needed so he would use his left hand to signal me to come to him and I would; he would grab an arm, throw me down on the floor and then kick me; I would go across the street to use the phone (we could not afford one) and call mama at work to let her know; after so many times she got sick of it.

I remember riding in the back of an ambulance with her one time while we were in this house on Porter st; she tried to commit suicide; why would she do that? I would find out much later in life how she felt.

I remember going and seeing daddy in Kerrville; once or twice a month I guess; I don't really remember. I would include pictures but of course they got lost in Houston in that storage room.

Now I remember a few things after this and getting a little older. I went to Poe Jr High in San Antonio. I was picked on all the time because I was overweight. I remember breaking my tail bone; I think it was in 7th grade. I remember a couple friends I made during this time. Some good memories, some bad; pretty much like anyone else I guess. I also remember around this time going to El Paso (I THINK); it was someplace that was close to Mexico because we were staying within the border of the United States but had to cross over to go to a family Quincenerra. I remember just a few things around this time.

Now we are going to begin in my Freshman year (1977) in High School; Highlands High School, home of the fighting Owls; graduated May 28th, 1981.

I remember walking up to the school; the song "Barracuda" by Heart was playing loudly. I am in tan jeans, bell bottoms of course and I don't remember my shoes or shirt, LOL. I remember thinking how big this place was and that there was no way I was going to fit in any where; I felt so out of place. Then as I was walking up the stairs I saw a very familiar face I had not seen in several years, Hector Moreno. We used to play together when his dad had a little grocery store at the corner of Porter & San Salvador.

I would take my Scooby Doo board game to the store and we would sit outside on the sidewalk and play; we both had skates so we would keep ourselves busy and out of the adults way! LOL We lost touch when momma and I moved. THIS is where its going to criss cross...so we are going to go back a minute to when I lived on Porter St and some developments that came about.