full circle

There was a period when my family dynamic wasn't so dynamic. When we as a family had left Siesta Key and moved closer to town, to 1632 Floyd Street. It lasted for about 2 years, from 1957 through '58. 

This past month, due to being washed away by Helene & Milton, Sandy and I have repeated the same. 

We left the island, but this time permanently. For me having been there some seventy years all told, now had found Floyd by circumstance once again. We took an annual lease on an unfurnished cottage just a few houses down from a nearly forgotten early memory. 

On Floyd Street, my father had walked away from my mother, from all of us - and about the same time, my mother began to drink.

Luckily today, I still have a few of those family photos saved (thankfully) that I had previously copied. Most of those early family albums were lost during our recent, two big floods. Today we signed that lease. And now 66 years later, with me being the last of the 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).