There was a period when my family dynamic wasn't so dynamic. When we as a family left Siesta Key and moved closer to town, to 1632 Floyd Street. It lasted for about 2 years, from 1957 through 1958.
On Floyd, my father eventually walked away from my mother, from all of us - and about the same time, my mother began to drink.
This past month, due to being washed away by Helene & Milton, Sandy and I have done the same. We left the island, but this time permanently. For me having been there some seventy years, all told, now had found Floyd Street quite by circumstance once again. We took an annual lease on an unfurnished cottage now just a few houses down from a mostly forgotten early memory.
Luckily today, I still have a few of those family photos saved (thankfully) that I had previously copied. Most of those early albums were lost during the two, recent big floods. Today Sandy and I signed onto our new lease. And now 66 years later, with me being the last of my family, I'm back living on Floyd.
My mother looking not so happy, she wasn't. 1957
My next-door neighbor A.J. and I, selling lemonade on the corner of Floyd & Orange Ave. 1957
I loved costumes and outfits. A bull outfit my mother made for me for a school play. 1957
As the family divided, my older sister Caren, soon was sent off to boarding school. While my mother and I, later would move back to Siesta Key - just the two of us. (My sister and I at Floyd Street in late 1958).