Dream of:
18 July 1997 "Childhood Memories"I had been dropped off in
Patriot to investigate a story which I had recently heard. I had been told that that the Swivers (a family who used to live in Patriot) had had a black son whom they had relinquished. The black son had been the son of Mrs. Swiver and a black man. I had also been told that I was actually a son of the Swivers' and that I had been given up for adoption. That would mean that I would be the half-brother of the black son. I found the idea of being related to a black person both alarming and refreshing.Only now that I was standing in front of the Swiver house did I realize that I was without a car and I didn't know how I would leave here. I walked up to the side door of the Swiver house and knocked. Someone came to the door and opened it. I could see into the kitchen; an entire family (not the Swivers) was inside. I asked if the Swivers still lived here and was immediately told that the Swivers had moved. Disappointed, I asked if anyone knew where the Swivers now lived. No one knew. However just as I was about to leave, someone mentioned that they thought one of the Swiver children had moved to the house across the street: the
House in Patriot. I also seemed to recall that the one of the Swivers had moved into the House in Patriot. Determined to continue my search, I turned and headed across the street.I walked up to the front door of the House in Patriot and knocked. Someone immediately came to the door and invited me inside. Stepping into the living room, I was immediately overwhelmed by feelings. I hadn't been in this House since my childhood, and I was flooded with memories of how I used to play in these very rooms.
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