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My Life 1967-1973
- Part Three
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Michael D. Holcomb
1969
January, February, and March were the last three months we lived at 2209 Mahoney
Ave. All I can recall about this time period was the adjustment of going to
school with blacks instead of Mexicans.
Hooking up with some old friends I haven't seen since 1967, and having
to study a little harder. This was no Laredo school.
Bob and I got involved in the youth activities at Main Street Baptist
Church and went to the Yale Baptist Retreat for a few days. Sometime in March or
April Dad quit Tube Associates and took a job as a dispatcher at the Lisbon Fire
Tower. We loaded up both cars several times and moved out to the fire tower.
During this time I kept in touch with Vicky in Laredo and Sharon in Rantoul,
Illinois by letter, always updating them on my new address. Both sent 9th grade
school pictures to me and I always did the same.
The fire tower was pretty neat to climb up . You could see Leesburg and
the lakes surrounding it. Keeping in touch with former girlfriends far away was
alright but I was trying to find someone here. It was tough to impress the
ladies being in the 9th grade and too young to drive. The ride to and from
school was long and hot. A heavyset girl on the bus liked me. Her name was
Brenda and I would run into her years later when she started cutting my hair on
a regular basis. Anyway, relief was in sight… Bob was driving to school everyday
as a Senior and I talked mom into making him take me too. Bob hated my guts for
this and would treat me badly most of the time, especially in front of his
girlfriend. I didn't care, at least it got me off the bus.
One night Steve and myself climbed up the tower on the outer legs. This
was dangerous, but my climbing experience from the tower in Laredo gave me the
advantage I needed. The stairway entrance gate was locked at night so if you
wanted to see afar at night you had to climb up the hard way.
Steve's sister Susan was a year older than me and never really paid me
much mind except one day she asked me to walk with her down the dirt road to the
old barn. This is now a paved road connecting Highway 44 to Radio Road and it's
named POE STREET. At the barn she started kissing me over and over. I think she
was sort of in between boy friends and it was my lucky day. Anyway that's as far
as it
went this time around.
Graduated from the 9th grade June 1969. I was studying the driver's
handbook so I could get my restricted driver's license when I turned 15 next
month. I would go up the tower and sit with Dad so he could ask me the test
questions. During the month of June I got a letter from Sharon saying her dad
was retiring and they were moving from Rantoul to Marietta, Georgia.
As luck would have it we were going to Decatur, Georgia in July to stay
with cousin Shirley. So I wrote back to her new address telling her I would be
up there next month and would like to see her. She wrote back and enclosed a map
showing the way from Atlanta to her house. Things were all set. I haven't seen
her since November of '67.
July is here and I get my restricted license the day after my birthday on the
7th.
On a Friday (July 11th) we travel to Decater, Georgia to visit cousin Shirley.
Cousin Jack had a date that night but got on the phone and arranged a
blind date for me.
We piled into his 63 chevy and went to pick up the gals. The automatic
transmission in his car would slip at times and here we were going through
Atlanta traffic.
His girlfriend was average at best but my blind date was very
disappointing. We took them to a walk in movie and she and I hardly talked. I
quess I was pre-occupied that night thinking about seeing Sharon again after
almost two years, but I would have to wait until tomorrow afternoon. Jack and I
finally got the girls home and I chewed him out afterwards while heading back to
his house. I showed him the picture of Sharon and said now she's a real
girlfriend… No doubt he agreed.
Next day….Saturday July 12th, 1969……After breakfast we all loaded up
into two cars and headed out for a day of sight seeing with lunch at some Civil
War Battlefield Memorial Park outside of Atlanta. I had the map to Sharon's
house in my pocket.
Cousin Shirley had already agreed to take me to her house right after
the picnic lunch at the park.
Finally after all the sight seeing and the picnic lunch I was on my way
to see Sharon. The map she had wrote out on a piece of paper and mailed to me
last month was very detailed and took us right to her house. It was a new brick
house on a cul-de sac. I was pretty impressed with the neighborhood. As we
pulled up into the driveway, Sharon, her sister Janice and brother Mike all came
out to meet us.
Cousin Jack was all eyes with Sharon approaching the car. She had
really changed since the puppy love days of Rantoul two years ago. She was only
15 like me but I swear she looked 17. With her long brown hair and big brown
eyes I couldn't help myself but I was playing as cool as possible.
We hugged and briefly kissed in the driveway in front of everybody.
Sharon's mom came out and talked to my parents about the days in base housing in
Rantoul in 1967.
After the meet and greet my parents finally left. They would be back
around midnight to pick me up. Too bad for cousin Jack. Sharon didn't have time
to arrange A blind date for him… Maybe this served him right after the
arrangement he made for me last night.
As I've already said, Sharon
looked fabulous. She had the skin tone that always looked tanned. She wore tight
black shorts with a pink pullover. I had my trusty Instamatic camera with me so
I proceeded to take some pictures of her. Brother Mike took several pics of us
together. At one point Sharon said she didn't want all the pics taken in one
outfit. She went inside to change and came back out in a short green dress.
Needless to say a second roll of film was loading into the camera.
After the picture session we went inside to talk over old times.
Sharon's brother Mike had done some growing up cause he wasn't the pest like he
was before. He did want to test my strength by arm-wrestling with him a time or
two.
Around 5 that afternoon Sharon's mom left to pick up the old man from
his golf game.
They were going out to have dinner and some drinks afterwards with
friends.
Mike didn't stick around much longer. He left to walk up the road to
his girlfriend's house.
Now it was just the two of us. Sharon suggested we go to her room and
spin some records. We laid on her bed looking at photographs of us in Rantoul
and joked about the make out sessions on the golf course late at night along
with all the crazy things we did two years ago.
After messing around a little Sharon got up and locked her bedroom door
and said she wanted to experience what it was like to go all the way. I told her
this was my first time too. I remember her getting up after some heavy petting
and getting an old blanket out of the closet and spreading it across the bed.
With the lights off and the curtains pulled two virgins were awkwardly involved.
Sure it was uncomfortable but at the same time enjoyable. I guess you always
remember the girl your first time was with. Even after all these years.
Later that evening we went for a walk around the neighborhood talking
about how we could see one another again. We lived 400 miles apart and neither
one had a driver's license… just a learner's permit. I told her I would take a
Greyhound bus to see her this Christmas. We decided to go steady through the
mail. Of course we found out later on this was an impossible task.
Sharon's mom and dad came home and we talked for awhile. I knew her dad
would kill me if he knew what took place earlier. Later Cousin Shirley and my
dad pulled up in the driveway so Sharon and I had to say our final good-byes. On
the way back to Shirley's house I could only think about Sharon. Cousin Jack
asked about her and any possible friends she might have. Now I had to worry
about him stealing her away from me because he lived only 30 miles from her
while I lived in another state. This turned out not to be a factor.
Of course I told Jack all the details of having sex for the first time,
and I remember not being able to sleep much that night.
Next morning I called Sharon as we were getting ready to go back to
Florida. It was Sunday July the 13th, dad’s 42nd Birthday. I had asked dad if I
could drive and he said no… maybe once we got close to Leesburg he would let me
drive but that didn’t happen. I hated the trip south… I knew I was only getting
further away from my girl… I felt she had turned me from a boy to a man in only
a few hours. The trip home was long and uneventful.
Within the next few days I had mailed off the two rolls of film. It
seemed like several weeks before the pictures came back in the mail… there was
no one hour photography in 1969. I must of worn these pics out by looking at
them.
Brother Bob thought she was gorgeous and kidded me for always having
them out showing them to my buddies. He proceeded to tell me Sharon first had a
crush on him back in 1967 Rantoul but he thought she was too young at the age of
13... this was of course a lie, he was just trying to torture me as big brothers
do.
On July 16th the Delta Rocket carrying the Apollo 11 mission blasted
off from Kennedy Space Center. I watched the launch from up in the fire tower.
What a view it was. I was thinking what a joy it would be if she was here with
me watching this launch.
Four days later July 20th the Apollo 11 Lunar Module landed on the
moon. It was a Sunday early in the afternoon. The moon walk was to take place
about 8 hours later around 11:30 p.m. Sharon and I had talked on the phone today
and we had a plan for both of us to sit out in the lawn chair and stare at the
moon tonight. This way we would be on the same wave length although many miles
apart.
I received a letter from Sharon dated July 29th. This letter is still
in my possession.
I don't know how it survived because all the rest have been discarded a
long time ago.
One remark in this letter she was saying how the Russians are denying
the U.S. accomplishment of being the first to walk on the moon.
I was in a love trance, 400 miles from the girl I loved. Steve’s sister
Susan told me one day that she could straighten me out by going back to the
barn. Being of the male species there was no turning back even for dream girl so
far away.
I would like to think I was a little more experienced this time around
with Susan. I could tell she had done this before. Before summer's end she was
back with her boyfriend and I remember seeing her getting into his car thinking
how great it would be to have your own car along with all freedom it brings.
By late August Sharon and I were writing letters and talking long
distance at a rapid pace. Dad had a falling out with the management at Florida
Forestry and quit, which meant moving away from the site. We moved to Leesburg
just before school started. Summer of '69 was over - but what a summer it was!
I think Sharon and I both knew
starting 10th grade would put a strain on our
relationship. She would be the new girl in a school full of guys ready to walk
all over me. On the other hand I would be returning to my old school with the
same old females who were there last year… Oh well, at least new freshman girls
would be available.
In the 9th grade brother Bob gave me a ride to school most days, but
now he had graduated and was going to Lake Sumter College. Now I was in the 10th
grade too young to drive which meant catching the bus or walking the two miles
to school. I rode the bus in the morning but usually elected to walk home in the
afternoon.
Tenth Grade was a rude awakening for me. I was bogged down
with Biology and Algebra homework every day. My mind was always 400 Miles away.
When one of her letters arrived , I would spend hours reading every line and
between the lines, looking for some hint of a breakup. This continued for the
rest of the year.
December finally came and I was hinting around to my parents about me
taking the bus to Marietta Georgia to see Sharon over the Christmas Holidays.
She and I had it all planned out. But due to the turmoil that was about to
happen at the ******* household it would nullify any chance of me staying with
Sharon. You see brother Bob got his girlfriend pregnant and her dad was at the
front door demanding the two get married as soon as possible. Bob dropped out of
college and got a job and married her in March 1970.
My parents were furious with Bob throwing away his education to be a
family man, which explains why there wasn’t a chance of me
taking that bus ride.
Sharon and I would not be together this Christmas as we had planned. We
mailed
Christmas presents to each other but the love was slowly fading.
Christmas 69 was uneventful as far as I can remember.
Part Four
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