Thursday, May 2, 2024

Chapter 3: 1969-1972, Lunar turbulence

Back in Ohio, it was finally time for Steven to have one of those major surgeries on his feet that the doctors had told them about when he was a baby. “We will adjust the position of the tendons in his feet,” Doctor Strong explained. “These are my colleagues: This is Dr. Hassler and Dr. Bennett,” he continued. “They will be consulting with me on your son’s case.”

2 Steven spent that summer with both of his feet in casts. Lonnie pushed him up and down the concrete driveway and along the sidewalks that ran in front of the house. Nevertheless, the red-headed dynamo was not to be kept down. He insisted on being wheeled into the middle of neighborhood softball games and even tried his hand at bat from his chair!

3 There was, however, one very bright spot that summer. On July 20, Apollo 11 landed on the moon. Wayne allowed his young sons to stay up past their bedtime and watch the events unfold on television with the rest of the family. “This is history,” he told them. Then Neil Armstrong took that first step off the lunar lander and said, “That’s one small step for man – one giant leap for mankind.”

4 That fall, as Steven was still recuperating from his surgery, his teacher came by the house in the evenings and gave him his lessons so that he wouldn’t fall behind that year. “You’ve got to do your work,” she told him. She was, nevertheless, completely charmed by the spirit and tenacity of her student and probably let him get by with much more than she should have.

5 However, when Steven went to have his casts and stitches removed, the doctor who had been assigned to the task was not as kind and empathetic as his teacher had been. “Don’t move,” the doctor warned him. “But it hurts,” Steven squirmed. The doctor gave him a little slap on the leg and said, “That doesn’t hurt that bad!”

6 At about the same time, Dr. Strong entered the room. “How would you know?” he demanded. “Have you ever had your damn feet cut on?” The doctor quickly apologized and retreated from the room.

7 “How’s our little red-headed shit doing today?” Dr. Strong asked. Steven smiled and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “Let’s see what we have here,” Dr. Strong continued.

8 When he was finished with Steven, he turned to Wayne. “My staff is going to show you a series of exercises that you will have to perform on your son’s feet to maintain the flexibility of the tendons and their use,” he explained. “They will be painful, but they are absolutely necessary,” he concluded. Wayne shook his head to acknowledge that he understood and swallowed the lump in his throat.

9 The following year Wayne met a young lady from Elyria named Janice and proposed. She accepted, and the newly minted couple decided to tell Clayton and Edna about their plans.

10 “Janice and I are going to be married at the end of January,” Wayne told them. “Well, that was kinda fast, wasn’t it?” Clayton asked. “Clayton,” Doodle scolded. “We’re happy for you,” she continued. “What about the boys?”

11 Wayne swallowed hard. “Of course, we’ll want them to stay with us,” he answered. “I’m looking forward to getting to know the boys,” Janice added.

12 There was a knot in Edna’s stomach the size of a grapefruit. “This is Wayne’s house,” she began. “Clayton and I will start looking for a place of our own,” she told them. Clayton looked at her and slowly shook his head.

13 The year that followed was pure hell for everyone. Clayton and Edna moved to an apartment in Cleveland, and Janice moved in with Wayne and the boys.

14 The new lady of the house didn’t waste any time in trying to make the place her own. She had the living room painted fire engine red, and the couch recovered in an orange floral print. “The boys are too old for these stuffed animals,” she declared one day. The next day, they were all boxed up and donated to the Salvation Army. Flower beds were ripped up and rearranged, and it was clear to everyone that there was a new sheriff in town.

15 Edna, however, was already tired of suffering in silence (and being separated from her grandchildren) and had convinced Clayton to buy a new house for them just across town from Wayne and Janice. “That bitch is not going to last, and the kids are going to need a stable home when she’s gone,” she told him.

16 Within months, her prophecy about the marriage came true. Wayne finally grew tired of trying to satisfy Janice and prolong what had become a very unhappy situation for himself and his children.

17 Wayne divorced Janice and sold his home. Then he and the boys moved into Clayton’s and Edna’s home. For Doodle, all was right with the world again. For Wayne, his attempt to make a home for his boys and stand on his own two feet had failed.

18 For Lonnie and Steven, there was comfort and laughter when the family gathered around the television set every Saturday evening to watch All in the Family. Lonnie turned the channel to number eight on the dial (the CBS affiliate in Cleveland), and everyone would smile when Archie and Edith sang “Those were the days.” “Poppa has his own chair, just like Archie!” Steven observed. “Michael is a meathead, but he isn’t always wrong,” Lonnie added.

19 On Thursday evenings, they watched The Waltons. “I remember that,” Edna would often interject as the story unfolded. Lonnie particularly enjoyed the soothing narration provided by the show’s creator at the beginning of each story and the “good nights” from Grandpa, Grandma, Mama, Daddy, John Boy, Mary Ellen, Jason, Ben, Jim Bob and Elizabeth at the end. Indeed, after the upheaval of the last few years, the entire family longed for the simpler lifestyle portrayed on the popular series and admired the love and commitment which the characters displayed for each other.

20 The last four years had been turbulent and full of surprises. In fact, outside of the fall television lineup, there seemed to be little stability and continuity in American life. Even so, Richard Nixon was reelected to a second term as President in November.


Chapter 2: 1968, Extended family

It was January in Georgia, and there was a light snow covering the ground. "How are the girls doing today," Terry asked his mother. "Toni's sick in the bed and we're all cold," she replied. "I'll get us a good fire going," he promised.

2 He tossed a couple of logs onto the fireplace and headed for the garage to get some gasoline. His mother held his youngest daughter while the oldest looked on at her side.

3 "Get back a little," he cautioned. He picked up the gas can and doused the wood with a generous amount of the liquid. In his hurry to get the fire started, Terry was careless and splashed a little bit on the sleeve of his shirt.

4 Then he set the can down and reached for the box of matches on the mantle. He grabbed one of them and quickly pulled it across the strike pad, and a small yellow flame roared to life. Terry quickly tossed it into the fireplace, and the course of his family's story was altered forever.

5 There was a flash and a whoosh as the fire momentarily enveloped him. His mother gasped and involuntarily stepped away from her son and the fire. Terry was still in a state of shock, and his shirt was on fire.

6 Instinct kicked in, and he ripped his shirt off his torso and flung it across the room. Unfortunately, it landed on the drapes, and they immediately erupted into flames. Suddenly, there was fire everywhere.

7 Terry grabbed his mother and his daughters and pushed them toward the door. When they were safely outside, he turned to go back to get Toni.

8 "Don't go back in there!" his mother screamed. The fire had spread quickly, and the flames were now leaping into the air over the roof. Black smoke was now billowing out of the front door. "I've got to get Toni," he shouted.

9 The heat was intense, and he couldn't see anything as he reentered the house. Even so, he finally managed to find the door to the bedroom and rushed inside. The little girl was very frightened as she stared at the now blackened man before her.

10 "Gotta go, Ton," he calmly told her as he scooped her into his arms and headed for the window. The glass shattered into many pieces, and Toni's foot landed on one of them when she hit the ground.

11 He quickly retrieved the little girl and moved her further away from the now fully engulfed house behind them. As they rejoined the others in the yard, Terry pulled the glass out of his daughter's foot and deposited her beside her grandmother.

12 When he set her down, Toni noticed that she was covered in black flakes. Years later, she would realize that those flakes were pieces of her father's skin.

13 "I've got to go get help," he told them. Then he turned and started walking toward their nearest neighbor's house.

14 They lived in the country, and it seemed like an eternity as they waited for him to return. They just stood there, shivering in the cold and watching the house burn down to the ground. They didn't want to see it, but they couldn't seem to look away. Even so, the spell was finally broken when Terry returned in their neighbor's car.

15 "Get in," he shouted. "We've got to go get your mama at the skating rink," he explained. "You've got to get to the doctor," his neighbor interjected.

16 "Are you gonna die, Daddy?" Toni asked from the back seat. "I'll never leave you, Ton," he assured her as he shook his head in disbelief.

17 "I did this!" Terry exclaimed in obvious horror. "This is my mistake," he continued. "Don't beat yourself up over this, you saved your family," his neighbor reminded him. "Thank God for that," he agreed.

18 Terry slipped into a coma and died a few days later. In his haste to warm up the house, he had made a critical lapse in judgment. Nevertheless, to his family, he was a hero.

19 "I am so proud of him," Doodle sobbed when she received the news. "I am so proud that he was my nephew," she repeated as she wiped the tears from her cheek. "He sacrificed his own life to save his babies," she told her own grandchildren.

20 The message to them was clear: Terry's actions that day hadn't just been courageous. They were an expression of true love and devotion. This was the way parents were supposed to act. Terry’s death had also underscored for all of them the importance of family.

21 The following summer, Doodle was a little apprehensive about taking the boys to see Aunt Lula Miller. She wanted the boys to meet their extended family, and she had always loved her aunt; but there was no getting around the fact that Lula Mae was extremely prejudiced.

22 Doodle had been exposed to this stuff for most of her life. And, although she could forgive a great deal of it as simple ignorance, she did not want her grandchildren infected with the nonsense.

23 As Clayton pulled into the driveway, she glanced at the boys playing in the backseat and frowned. “Get your shoes on,” she told them. “Remember your manners, boys,” she instructed as she pushed open her door and placed her foot on the ground.

24 Lula Mae was already out of her front door and running toward the car with her arms open by the time Lonnie and Steven had climbed out of the backseat. “Lord, Doodle, come over here and let me love on you a little!” she cried. She threw her arms around Edna’s neck and kissed her on the cheek. “Oh, Lord, it’s been so long,” she continued. “You look just like your daddy!”

25 After a few minutes of that, Lula noticed Clayton and the boys. “Come here, Clayton, and let me hug your neck,” she demanded. “Oh my, look at these little fellers! They sure are sweet.” She absent-mindedly patted Lonnie on the shoulder with one hand and mussed up Steven’s hair with the other.

26 “Look at that little redhead! I bet you’ve got a temper!” she exclaimed with a laugh. “Y’all come on in,” she invited as she moved toward the house.

27 After getting everyone a piece of watermelon and a Double Cola, she stood in the middle of her kitchen floor watching them eat. “That melon came out of my garden,” Lula told them with obvious pride.

28 “Lord have mercy! That child sure does love watermelon,” she continued as she pointed to Lonnie. “There’s got to be a nigger in the woodpile somewhere!” she laughed.

29 When her guests had finished eating, Lula directed them into the living room and finally relaxed into her rocking chair. “How is Wayne?” she asked. “Doing well, he had to work this week,” Edna explained. “Well there’s nothin wrong with that – wish more people was willin to work,” Lula approved.

30 “Does he still study the Bible?” she asked. “Oh yes, Wayne knows quite a bit about the Bible,” Doodle assured her. “Oh, I know he does,” Lula grinned. “I’m so proud of him!”

31 “Lonnie likes for me to read him the Bible too,” Doodle continued. “Is that right?” Lula smiled. “Do you know that God loves you, honey?” she asked the child. Lonnie nodded in affirmation that he was aware of that fact.

32 “Bless your little heart, Aunt Lula has got something for you!” she exclaimed with obvious delight. She quickly pushed herself up out of her chair and disappeared down the hallway.

33 In a moment, she returned with a large, white, leather-bound Bible and presented it to the child. “This is God’s Word, child,” she explained. “Every word in here is true. If you’ll live by those words, God will bless you!” she told him as Lonnie opened the book and began turning the pages.

34 “What do you say?” Edna reminded her grandson. “Thank you, Aunt Lula,” the little boy offered in a shy voice. “You are so welcome, honey,” Lula beamed.

35 “How is Eugene doing?” Edna asked. “Oh, Doodle, he is doing so well. I am so proud of him,” Lula responded.

36 Then, in a flash, she was up again and headed back down the hallway. She stopped in front of one of the walls and removed something that had been hanging there and returned. She handed it first to Edna.

37 “Doesn’t he look so handsome in his robes?” she asked. It was a picture of her son in his Klan robes. “He looks healthy,” was all that Edna could manage.

38 Lula quickly retrieved the picture with some obvious disappointment showing on her pleasant face and handed it to Clayton. “The Ku Klux clowns!” Clayton chuckled. The smile faded from Lula’s face.

39 “It’s just that we don’t approve of that kind of blind prejudice,” Edna attempted to explain. “I ain’t prejudiced against niggers, as long as they stay in their place!” Lula exclaimed. The look of distaste on Edna’s face made her aunt pause for a second before proceeding.

40 “Haven’t y’all been followin the news?” she demanded. “Colored folks have been stirrin up all kinds of trouble down here. Why just the other day, one of our garbage men dumped a whole trash can full of garbage in our driveway just because Eugene had a George Wallace bumper sticker on his car!”

41 “Oh, my!” Edna offered in mock surprise. “Well, Aunt Lula, we’ve only got a little bit of time, and we’ve got to go see Pearl before we go back to Ohio,” she told her as she stood to leave.

42 “Well, honey, I thought you’d stay and eat with me!” Lula pouted. “I wish we could, but I promised Pearl that I would visit her today too,” Edna repeated.

43 “Well, I sure am glad y’all stopped by to see me,” Lula replied in bewilderment. “I am too,” Doodle agreed as she gathered up the boys and headed for the door.

44 “Clayton, you bring them back to see me real soon,” she said. At that, Clayton stopped and hugged her around the neck. That seemed to restore Lula’s sense of equilibrium, and her smile and warmth quickly reappeared. She stood in her front yard waving as the car pulled out of her driveway and headed down the road.

45 Edna looked at her grandchildren in the backseat and wondered what they were thinking. “You boys know that we don’t use that word that Aunt Lula used, don’t you?” she asked. “Yes mam,” the boys answered. “We love Aunt Lula, but she uses words sometimes that she shouldn’t use,” she explained. The little boys nodded their understanding, and Clayton stepped on the accelerator.

46 When they reached Pearl’s house, Sis and her children were already there. In fact, her daughter Susan was just getting ready to walk down to the grocery store and pick up a few items for her Aunt Pearl.

47 “Take the boys down there with you and let them buy some candy,” Pearl instructed as she gave each one of them some change. “Get me a Double Cola,” Sis added as they went out the door.

48 The Alabama sun was hot as they walked toward their destination, but the air was pleasant in the dimly lit store. While Susan was busy accumulating the items that the adults had requested, Lonnie and Steven surveyed the candy counter and picked out what they wanted.

49 However, when Lonnie went to check out, he was twenty-five cents short. Feeling embarrassed and not knowing quite what to do, he looked around for Susan, but she was preoccupied with her own business.

50 It was then that Lonnie noticed the old Black man standing behind him in the checkout line. His hair was snow white, and he had the kindest eyes. He looked down at the little White boy and smiled, placed a quarter on the counter and patted him on top of the head.

51 “Thank you,” Lonnie almost whispered. “That’s alright little fella,” the old man smiled. “You enjoy that candy,” he commanded. “Why do some people think that Black people are bad?” Lonnie wondered as he took his bag of candy and headed for the door.

52 Unfortunately, the family’s visit to Alabama that year had underscored the deep-seated racial prejudices that still permeated many corners of the nation. In April, Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated in Memphis. Two months later, Bobby Kennedy was gunned down in Los Angeles. Then, in November, former Vice President Richard Nixon was finally elected to the Presidency.


Boundless (1964-1987)

And now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do (Genesis 11:6)

Chapter 1: 1964-1967, Hope and death

In the fall of 1964, Wayne was drafted into the United States Army. Basic training was to take place at Fort Knox, Kentucky and would last for eight weeks. And, although the weeks ahead would be physically demanding, Wayne was young, strong and healthy.

2 Nevertheless, as he prepared to leave for Kentucky, Wayne’s mind was full of turmoil and worry. He would have to leave Lonnie and Steven in the care of his mother, and she had just been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. And, if that wasn’t enough, Linda had remarried and established an independent household of her own. The timing couldn’t have been worse.

3 Linda’s new husband was a scion of the Scofield family of Connecticut (the same family which had figured in the story of Wayne’s Mead family). David Sito’s grandfather had been born in Poland, and his parents ran Sito’s Polish Village (an Elyria neighborhood sport’s bar). He had been a star football player at Elyria Catholic High School, and Linda had fallen for his cocky self-assured style almost immediately after meeting him.

4 For Wayne, his presence in Linda’s life muddied the water. He provided Linda with a stable marriage to present to the court in her pursuit of legal custody of Lonnie and Steven.

5 His instructions from the army, however, were clear. He wouldn’t need to pack very many clothes or personal items. He wouldn’t need them in the Army. Even so, he did take a small picture of his sons with him.

6 The sprawling military installation at the southern edge of Kentucky had started out in World War I as a field artillery camp. Appropriately, it had been named after Washington’s chief artillery officer during the Revolutionary War, General Henry Knox. During the Great Depression, the Fort became the headquarters of the Army’s mechanized cavalry.

7 Later, when war again broke out in Europe, Fort Knox was designated as the headquarters for the Army’s armored forces. Hence, by the time that Wayne arrived there, Fort Knox had been one of the Army’s most important posts for more than forty-five years.

8 After being “processed” into the camp, Wayne and his fellow draftees were assembled in formation before one of the old barracks to be addressed by the commanding officer of their unit. “You men have been assigned one of the toughest drill instructors we have on post,” the captain began. “If you’re smart, you will pay close attention to everything that he tells you,” he advised. Then he concluded his remarks by introducing Drill Sergeant Williams.

9 “From this day forward, you ladies are mine. You will eat when I tell you to eat, sleep when I tell you to sleep and shit when I tell you to shit,” he told them. “And, by God, when I tell you to do something, the only appropriate response is ‘YES, DRILL SERGEANT!’ – Do you ladies understand me?” “YES, DRILL SERGEANT!” came the deafening response from the men.

10 The weeks that followed were filled with lots of intense training and little sleep. To make matters worse, Wayne got pneumonia about a week after arriving there and couldn’t seem to shake the bug throughout his training. In short, he was homesick and miserable.

11 They were constantly exercising. One of the drill instructor’s favorites was the hand over hand bars. “If you fall, you will do pushups,” Sgt. Williams warned them. “If you can’t do the pushups, you will not eat!” he screamed.

12 The drill sergeants loved to assign them various details. They were constantly cleaning their barracks and shining their boots and shoes. There were frequent assignments of kitchen patrol (KP) and guard duty. Sometimes the shifts would last for as long as twelve hours and only have short breaks between them. “We don’t do much sleeping around here,” Wayne wrote home.

13 On Veteran’s Day, Sgt. Williams announced that they would be permitted to remain in their barracks because of the holiday. “But while you’re in there, you might as well wash the windows and sweep, scrub, mop and wax the floors!” he told them.

14 “Also, we have candy and pop machines located near the PX and Commissary,” he announced. “You will NOT go anywhere near them!” he shouted. “If you know what’s good for you, you will stay the FUCK away from them!”

15 A few days later, Wayne was on his way to KP duty yet again when he passed by an old master sergeant. Wayne had just received a depressing letter from home. His mother was not doing well, and the sergeant noticed the sad and dejected look on Wayne’s face.

16 “What’s wrong with you, dickhead?” he asked. Wayne explained his situation to the old man. “You may be able to get out of the Army on what’s called a hardship discharge.” “Thanks, Master Sergeant, I’ll check into that.” “You should,” the old man smiled. “Now, get the fuck out of here.”

17 After completing their basic training, Wayne and his buddies were waiting for the buses that would take them to Fort Hood, Texas. Sgt. Williams approached Wayne and motioned for him to follow him. “We’re going to see what we can do about your situation before you leave,” he told him.

18 He drove Wayne to the personnel section at headquarters and introduced him to a staff sergeant working there. “What’s your story, soldier?” the man asked. “I was divorced a year before I was drafted and was granted custody of my two young sons,” Wayne began. “My mother is bedfast with rheumatoid arthritis and can’t take care of them, and my ex has remarried and petitioned the court to revoke my custody,” he finished. “Let’s see what we can do about this,” the man told him.

19 “My name is Sgt. Parker, and this is my contact information,” he said as he shoved some papers toward the soldier before him. Wayne quickly copied down the information and shoved it in his pocket. Then Sgt. Williams drove him back to the waiting area where the buses had arrived a few minutes before. “Good luck, soldier,” the sergeant told him as he exited the vehicle.

20 Wayne was assigned to a maintenance battalion at Fort Hood. “This is where my dad was stationed for his training,” he told one of his buddies. Wayne worked at the motorpool, but he had also qualified for Officer Candidate School. “You can have a fine career in the military, son; and we really need helicopter pilots right now,” the major told him.

21 Every day, he would take out that little picture of Lonnie and Steven and just stare at them for a few minutes. “I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he whispered to himself.

22 There was still no word, however, about the status of his hardship discharge. Wayne pulled the wrinkled paper out of his locker one day and wrote to the staff sergeant he had talked to before leaving Fort Knox. “My fate is in your hands,” he finished.

23 Then, a few weeks later, just as the talk about a place called Vietnam began to pick up, Wayne was informed that his discharge had been approved. He was going home. As it turned out, Uncle Sam had decided that he didn’t need him as bad as his mother and children did. Wayne returned home to Ohio and was able to retain custody of Lonnie and Steven.

24 Unfortunately, Wayne’s custody triumph wasn’t the only bit of bad news that Linda received that year. Her mother had been experiencing abdominal discomfort, bleeding and alarming changes in her bowel habits for months. “Eunice, I’m sorry to tell you that you have a very advanced cancer,” the doctor told them.

25 She died at the beginning of June in 1966. Linda was devastated. The funeral was held in Grafton, so that Eunice could be buried near her parents.

26 Lonnie and Steven had never seen their mother cry like that before. She sobbed, and no one was able to comfort her. Her husband stood motionless as he held their one-year old half-brother in his arms.

27 “I’m so sorry,” Wayne said as he embraced her. “Why doesn’t Nanny wake up?” Lonnie wondered. He had been told that she had died, but it was impossible for a five-year-old to fully comprehend what that meant.

28 1967 would be a better year. Clayton’s eldest son, Terrell, was engaged to marry a beautiful and very nice young lady in Greenville, South Carolina. Sure, they would have to put up with being in the company of Clayton’s first wife, but they were both looking forward to attending the event. After all, they loved Terrell and heartily approved of his choice for a wife.

29 The phone rang three times before Edna was able to answer it. She didn’t know it, but the call was not going to be a good one. “Doodle, Bennie Jo is dead,” Annie sobbed.

30 “My God! What happened?” Edna cried. “She had finally left James and was on her way back to Birmingham with the kids,” Annie began. “The car went off the highway near Pell City, and she was thrown out of the car,” she continued.

31 “Did they take her to the hospital?” Doodle asked. “The police said that she died instantly,” her former sister-in-law replied. “Annie, I’m so sorry – I don’t know what to say.”

32 “What about the kids?” Doodle asked. “They’re pretty shaken up,” she replied. “The doctors say they’ll be ok, but I don’t know what’s going to become of them now that their mama’s gone,” Annie fretted. “They certainly can’t count on their sorry ass daddy to take care of them.” “That’s for sure,” Edna agreed.

33 “Have you told Dick yet?” “Yeah, I called him,” Annie said flatly. “I don’t look for much help from that direction either,” she added.

34 When Edna hung up the phone, she sat down on the couch and wept for a moment. They had been planning for weeks to attend Terrell’s marriage in South Carolina, but it was now apparent that they would have to add an Alabama funeral to their itinerary.