The Dance

Country Girl

Hey there, I’m Linda, and I’m so glad you’ve stumbled over to my blog.

Little Bitty of Country came to me one day when I was having a little bit of writer’s block and reminiscing about my childhood and the small town I grew up in.   I’m also referring to this beautiful country, upstate New York and all the small towns throughout. The people that can make it great and the people that make us hate.

I consider myself, what some may refer to as a country girl, I wasn’t raised in the deep woods, on a farm or a ranch. I’m no cow poke either, meaning I don’t neglect my responsibilities. I’m proud that I’m a small town girl with small town values.  I started Little Bitty of Country for a creative outlet. I’m hoping to honor the small town values and the small towns all across our country or at least upstate New York. Sharing stories, pictures, recipes and small towns life. I’m passionate about writing, music, photography and humor. I’m not a professional blogger or twitter, I’m hoping to improve that.

I was raised in a small town and I have only lived in small towns within upstate New York.  I now technically live in a small town but it doesn’t compare to my hometown of Romulus, NY.     I believe I grew up in one of the best places, with the great school and some pretty great people. I have visited big old cities and hated them, couldn’t wait to get back to my roots. My roots, my family roots have kept me from driving the convertible off the cliff….

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The Dance – Chapter 3

Kaylee – age 17 – Romulus, New York – November 2, 1963

The morning sun beamed through the bedroom window directly into Kaylee’s face as she sat at the dressing table. She reached up, grabbing the shade and pulled it lower to block the brightness from her eyes. Her head miffed, her body comatose, she had a very restless night sleep. Kaylee sat back brushing her light walnut brown hair, daydreaming about her last conversation with Lyle.
She had just finished dinner with him and his parents at Katie’s Hotel, in Hayts Corners. After Lyle’s parents drove back to their house Lyle thanked his parents for the birthday dinner and gift. He borrowed their car and drove to her home.
Kaylee stuck her head inside the front door.
“Mamma we’re home, Lyle and I are staying on the porch we can pass out candy”
They sat on the front porch swing, talking between greeting the neighborhood ghosts, vampires, clowns and goblins. The Indian summer day had surrendered to a seasonally cool October night. Lyle had reached around Kaylee’s shoulder and encased her in his embrace, pulling her closer into his body, warming them both. They talked about Lyle’s new car he was planning on buying and the places they could go together. Like the drive-inn come summer, Taughannock Falls, and their senior prom. They talked about how special that night would be, dressing up, arriving together in a cool car and celebrating for all the arduous work. A beginning of milestones, steps of leaving behind childhood and starting the future as adults.
“Make sure you save the last dance for me,” Lyle whispered in her ear.
“My dance card is already full, sir.”
“Yeah, with my name” he reached over with his index finger to her chin and kissed her softly.
“Oh, you think you know.” Kaylee playfully pushed against Lyle’s chest.
Kaylee’s sweet daydream was interrupted by noises coming from the closet, scuffling movements and objects hurling with a clank to the hardwood floor.
“Kaylyn what are you doing?” Kaylee visibly saw her sister’s rear end protruding from the entrance of their walk-in closet.
“I’m trying to find my penny loafers” she hurled another shoe from the closet.
“Well, most of the shoes you’re throwing are mine. You better put them back!”
“Yes, Princess Kay.”
Kaylyn had climbed out of the closet, slipped on the shoes she’d been searching for and went to sit at the dressing table next to Kaylee. The hand-crafted dressing table sat in front of the east window, separated by individual mirrors. Kaylyn began to brush her hair and looked over at Kaylee. Kaylee could sense her twin sister looking at her as she kept looking at her reflection putting on some lip gloss.
“You better hurry we need to leave for school soon. I hope your coupe dpoop starts this morning.”
“Wow, why so contemptible this morning? Did you have a pea under your mattress?”
“Oh, aren’t you the funny one this morning. I haven’t talked to Lyle since Halloween night, the night of his birthday dinner.” I’m worried about him”.
“I’m sure he’s fine, he probably got busy with his dad.”
“That could be, he said he was going to start looking for a car right away. No, it just can’t be, he would call me or come over.”
“You have a point there. He doesn’t do much without telling you about it.”
“What’s that mean?”
“You have that boy under your spell. He’d follow you anywhere.”
“I’d follow him too. He’s a sweetheart, my true love. He’s kind, gentle, considerate, affectionate but respectful of my feelings of waiting until marriage.”
“It sounds wonderful, your fairy tale coming true. Can’t wait to help plan your wedding”
“That will be spled-i-dious”
“That isn’t a word”
Kaylyn got up from the chair, walking toward their closed bedroom door.
“Come on we need to get going, meet you in the car.”
The sisters rode in silence the half-mile to the parking lot of their school.
Kaylee pulled the handle to open the car door, angling herself out of the 1952 Chevy convertible Coupe. As she closed the car door it made annoying squeal, crying out for oil on the hinges. In her best Scarlet O’Hara impression, Kaylee spoke on behalf of the door. She placed one hand to her forehead palm out.
“I beg of you Kaylyn, with a dramatic pause, please oil me.” Her other hand on the car door she closed the car door so that the combination of a squeak and screech added the distress to her performance.
“Stop knocking the ride,” said her sister Kaylyn.
“I love our ride; dad will have this baby back to new in no time.
“Grab your bag, Scarlet”
Kaylyn held the trunk open waiting for Kaylee to grab her bag.
“It’s not a bag, it’s a guitar. You should know this by now.”
“I know what it is, miss smarty pants. If you’re done being dramatic let’s get out of this cold.”
The sisters were part of their father’s band performances when time allowed, usually on weekends and extraordinary events. Kaylee was usually vocal lead with Kaylyn and their dad, Red harmonizing or sing a duet with Kaylee. Kaylee had real talent and an ardent desire to be more than singing in the local bars, taverns, and jamborees. She wanted to go to Nashville as soon as the graduation ceremony concluded. Although she knew already what her parents thought. That a young woman in the big city alone and naïve to that way of life, only get chewed up and spit to the curb. The plan was already set in motion. She and Lyle were going to Nashville together. She knew the road would be hard and the road already well-traveled by other hopefuls, she had her mindset and there was no changing now. Kaylee wasn’t afraid of a challenge or the demanding work, she sought after more than this one-horse town could provide.
The cold fall morning combined with rain showers chilled Kaylee to the bone. Her agitated, expectations and anxieties influenced her mind to shut off to the surroundings. The weather didn’t improve her damped spirits.
Kaylyn wrapped her arm through Kaylee’s.
“He’s probably up there standing next to your locker waiting for you.”
“I hope so,” Kaylee said with exasperating feelings.
Arm in arm the sisters walked through the front welcoming wide entrance. Maple walls climbed high to meet the white ceilings, accented with wide ornate crown molding. The sisters started up one flight to the main level of classrooms, auditorium, and offices.
Climbing the first flight of stairs to the second floor where students’ lockers were as well as more classrooms. They rounded the landing to the second flight of stairs.
“Bet he will be waiting to carry your books.”
They stopped at the first alcove of lockers where most of the senior class was collecting whatever books they needed for the first period.
Kaylee looked for Lyle, but he wasn’t there.
Kaylyn reach for Kaylee wrapping her intensely into her body, whispered in her ear
“Try to stop worrying” as Kaylyn pulled back she wiped away a tear that had escaped from the corner of Kaylee’s almond-shaped eyes.
“It wouldn’t be such a big deal, but he’s been consumed with contacting his biological mother, he has questions and he needs answers.”
“Who can blame him, anyone in that situation would want answers too.”
“Come on we have to get back downstairs for music” “I’m sure he will be here or calling you tonight”
“Yeah, yeah I know one day this will just be a faded memory.”
The sisters’ arm in arm descended the necessary stairs to the basement to the band room.

Little Bitty

There are days that I enjoy thinking about my childhood, the good times in our small town of Romulus. The sports, the friends, and the school spirit, what it meant to me to be part of a team at the time, to be away from the fear of home. What it meant to me and what it meant to others. So many things I can relate to with Charles Dickens writing in the Tale of Two Cities. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only“. More so in those short 19 years the good, bad and evil.

I’m going to share some personal facts about my life. If you have read other posts you may know that my parents divorced when I was three. My mother left us kids with her sister Bonnie because she was stricken with postpartum depression. My baby sister was six months old. I believed my Mother Jean when she told me later that it was also contributed to my father’s infidelity and abuse. He went to Norma whom he married six months after my parents’ divorce. In the 60s the family court system was different if they would have based their decision on children needing their biological mother and King Solomon rules I would have been raised much differently and more than likely a Falcon and not a Warrior. Back then it was whoever had more money, notoriety, and stature in the community. My Mom Jean was a Champion and that wasn’t always a good thing in Seneca County, she didn’t have the money nor was she anything more than a wife, and mother of four. So she lost the custody battle one after the other. Even though my father died when I was eight she still caught no brakes. By this time I had heard many times over what villains, hell-raising dogs the Champions were. Making us afraid to be seen by one or to see one, fear that we too would be bad and unwanted. So I told court authorities that I wanted to stay with my step-mom and family as it was.

Two years had passed with good feelings of home and security. That too soon left my thoughts. Evil then past over the threshold of my bedroom door. He touched me inappropriately while I slept, convincing me that it was okay and if I told anyone they wouldn’t believe me over a nineteen-year-old man-boy, left in charge of almost everything. Even though he could not take charge of his own life, grow up and leave home, or get away from momma’s apron strings. For ten years this went on, justifying his actions that he was doing me a service. That now I would have the knowledge I needed to make my future boyfriend or husband happy in the bedroom. Meanwhile, there was no convincing me that my step-mother wouldn’t believe me over her big boy second in command soldier. She always took his side on everything. I even went as far as trying to set him up in the act. Oh yeah, the action was caught by dear step-daddy Jimmy Troutman but that weasel was such a shit he didn’t tell what he saw. What the hell kind of man is okay with two kids, that are supposed to be siblings, having sex even if he thought it was consensual. He had no idea if it was or not nor how long it was going on, in my mind that is what I wanted someone to know, start asking the big questions. I knew then that it would never be found out or believed and it was time for me to stand up for myself and take care of me. Shortly after that, I made the decision I had to get out of this house, it was unhealthy and pure evil. Even though I was 18, I still had my senior year of high school to finish, which was important to me. I got lucky my cousin Patty had moved into our school district so I went to talk to my Aunt Bonnie to find my mother. She had to still want me in her life and by the grace of God, she did. I left in the dark of night with whatever I could manage to take. I met my mom up the road across from my friend Debbie Mearns’s house, whom helped with me for two weeks of planning to get out of that house. It was a relief that I would not get molested in my sleep, while showering or when alone. Finally safe and it was my mother that rescued me.