Book About My Father

A book about my paternal heritages is well underway.  

A book I have needed to write for many, many years.  A book that is rvign to be the most difficult book U have ever tried to write because of how important it is to m, and that importance is interfering with my ability to write.

No secret that I miss him, and I am forgetting the sound of his voice.  

I can see for myself that he was considered a catch, and my mother caught him, little southern vixen with the semi bowed legs, who played basketball and didn’t get that far in school, but with a man like that, what else could she need?  

Children guaranteed to be beautiful, catches themselves; exactly what she needed for being ostracized as “The Little Black One”  Too bad she got caught up in a need for bleaching creams, Nadinola, her favorite making her skin leathery.  

nadinola-at-walmart

My father’s father was an immigrant I never met, Native American, Caucasian, and Indian from India, “Uttar Pradesh” born in 1882,  died in 1939. A builder of railroads in the south, and a farmer. 

Frizzell Brasier, father of Calvin Brasier, a farmer

Finally my father in his favorite kitchen chair; he was already so sick… Barrel-chested, soon to die.

CALVIN THEODORE BRASIER

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