Growing Up McGuire   Leave a comment

I came into the world not much different than the rest of my brothers and sisters, in those days we called it a hard entrance.  My Mother told me in my adult years she gave each of us one good year, and from there, we were on our own.  And we were, we fended for ourselves, played and interacted with the others by ourselves, there was no instruction.  More came after me, I was the seventh child, and each year thereafter, another baby was on it’s way.  Questions of where babies came from were answered simply, we were all purchased at the Shop Rite at the on-sale isle.  Dad was a cop, he came home every morning since I can remember, and in his uniform cooked for all 12 of us, plus some neighborhood stragglers.  He had a car that had an indian head on the front, we thought it…

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Posted April 3, 2012 by pennylibertygbow in Uncategorized

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