THIS
IS
RICHARD
MESEROLE
PART I

"...WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE HOUSE SHE HAD BOTH HANDS READY AND WHEN THE BLOOD CAME OUT OF  MY NOSE I HAD ENOUGH......"


BORN ON DEC.13, 1926 TO JOSEPH AND HELEN MESEROLE,

EDWARD OLSON WHO WAS A VERY WEALTHY MAN, THE

OWNER OF STANDARD TILE THOUGHT THAT MY MOTHER

HAD A AFFAIR WITH ANOTHER MAN AND HE WAS NOT GOING

TO HAVE A SCANDAL IN THE FAMILY, SO WHEN I WAS ONE HE

TOOK ME AWAY FROM MY MOTHER AND PUT ME IN A PRIVATE

BOARDING HOME, WHERE I STAYED FOR 15 YEARS ,I NEVER

SAW MY MOTHER FOR THAT 15 YEARS.  JOSEPH MESEROLE DIED

IN 1951 AND MY MOTHER REMARRIED IN 1952 TO A MAN NAMED

WILLIAM THOMAS. MY MOTHER HAD FIVE CHILDREN, 4 BOYS

AND A GIRL. I DID MEET THEM BRIEFLY, BUT NEVER HAD A

ASSOCIATION WITH THEM. ALL THIS INFORMATION WAS GIVEN

TO ME BY MY GRANDMOTHER WHO I MET WHEN I WAS

SIXTEEN. BEING BORN WITH THE GIFT OF A FANTASTIC MEMORY

I HAVE THE ABILITY TO REMEMBER ALOT OF MY CHILDHOOD

HOWEVER, FROM THE YEARS 0-3 IT IS BLURRED BUT THEN THE

MEMORIES KICK IN. I WAS IN A ROOM WITH A LITTLE GIRL AND I

HAD A APPLE AND A ORANGE. I LIKED THE APPLE MORE THAN

THE ORANGE, BUT GAVE THE APPLE TO HER. THIS WAS THE

BEGINNING OF SHARING WITH PEOPLE DURING MY LIFE SO FAR.

I WAS PICKED UP BY A LADY(MRS. BERG) WHO LIVED AT 315

66TH STREET IN BROOKLYN, N.Y. WHO I WOULD LIVE WITH FOR

THREE YEARS. SHE WAS SWEDISH AND HER HUSBAND WAS A

CAPTAIN OF A CRUISE VESSEL. HER MOTHER TOOK SICK IN

SWEDEN AND SHE HAD TO RETURN. SHE COULD NOT TAKE ME

WITH HER, AND SO ENDED MY STAY WITH HER WHICH I DID NOT

WANT. SHE WANTED TO ADOPT ME BUT ACCORDING TO MY

GRANDMOTHER MY GRANDFATHER WOULD NOT ALLOW IT.

THE NEXT PEOPLE THAT I WENT TO WAS TWO WOMEN IN

HEMPSTEAD, L.I. I HAD A GREAT TIME WITH THEM. THEY HAD A

OLDER GIRL THAT TOOK CARE OF ME. SHE WAS A GREAT

PAL. I WAS WITH THEM FOR ABOUT A YEAR. WHY I WAS TAKEN

AWAY FROM THEM, I NEVER DID FOUND OUT.


I NOW FOUND MYSELF IN BELLMORE, L.I. WITH PEOPLE BY THE

NAME OF SMITH. I LEFT THERE AT THE AGE OF NINE DUE TO THE

FOLLOWING EVENTS.  SHE LOVED TO HIT ME LIKE I WAS A RAG

DOLL. ANYTIME I DID NOT DO EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTED ME

TO DO I WOULD GET HIT. THERE WAS A LADY WHO USE TO

CHECK ON ME NOW AND THEN BUT I NEVER TOLD HER OF THE

BEATING AS I WAS AFRAID OF MRS. SMITH. THE LADY WHO USE

TO CHECK ON ME HAD GIVEN ME A NICKEL AND A PHONE

NUMBER TO CALL HER if THERE WAS ANY PROBLEMS. FINALLY

ONE DAY SOMEONE TOLD HER I WAS PLAYING STRIP-POKER

WITH SOME GIRLS. WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE HOUSE SHE HAD

BOTH HANDS READY AND WHEN THE BLOOD CAME OUT OF

NOSE I HAD ENOUGH. I RAN TO THE STORE, CALLED THE LADY

AND IN A LITTLE WHILE THE LADY CAME AND TOOK ME BACK

TO THE HOUSE, PACKED MY CLOTHES AND AWAY WE WENT TO

HER APT. SHE MADE ME FRIED CHICKEN WHICH I LOVE, HELD ME

AND HUGGED ME AND TOOK CARE OF MY BRUISES. IT WAS A

TREAT TO SLEEP WITH HER .1 FELT SO SECURE WITH HER, I

WISHED I COULD STAY WITH HER. IT REMINDED ME OF THE

YEARS I HAD SPENT WITH MRS. BERG AT 66TH STREET.

BUT MY DREAMS ALL VANISHED THE NEXT MORNING AFTER

BREAKFAST. SHE DROVE ME TO A PLACE CALLED KINGSLAND IN

SPRING VALLEY, N.Y. IT WAS A RESIDENCE THAT HOUSED 60

BOYS AND 60 GIRLS AND~SOME BABIES. I SPENT SOME OF MY

BEST YEARS AS A BOY GROWING UP THERE. IN HIGH SCHOOL I

WAS INTO EVERYTHING, MUSIC, FOOTBALL AND MATH. I

DOUBLED UP IN MATH, MY FAVORITE SUBJECT AND DID 4 YEARS

IN 3 AND GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL JUST AFTER

TURNING 16. THE HIGH SCHOOL HAD TWO GRADUATING

DAYS, ONE IN JAN. AND ONE IN JUNE. I LEFT THE SCHOOL IN JAN.

I RECEIVED FROM THE TEACHERS A GOLD WATCH FOR BEING

THE FIRST STUDENT TO GRADUATE AT 16. ALSO WAS AWARDED

A SCHOLARSHIP. WHILE IN HIGH SCHOOL MY BUSINESS MIND

WAS ALREADY WORKING FOR ME. I HAD FORMED A GRASS

CUTTING BUSINESS. I HAD TWO GUYS WORKING FOR ME AND I

HAD SAVED $142.00. IT WAS A POLICY THAT WHEN COMPLETED

HIGH SCHOOL YOU HAD TO LEAVE KINGSLAND. THIS PUT MY

GRANDFATHER OFF THE HOOK AS HE PAID FOR ME ALL THIS

TIME. THE YEARS OF GROWING UP WERE NOW OVER AND IT

WAS TIME TO PUT ALL I HAD LEARNED TO WORK.

To be continued .................

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