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My Life, My Joy, My Pain Page. 5


My Life, My Joy, My Pain Page. 5

“My Strong Roots”

As I explained in earlier pages. I was very well spoiled by my mother, my dad had his own home life at the time being in his marriage, so yes, I was a mommas boy. Although my father’s presence was sprinkled heavy in the picture in the beginning nevertheless. I can remember walking to Riviera Beach with my mom at times. I believe to drop me off to him for the weekend I believe and that was also where my daycare was located, in Monroe Height where I was born and my mom and her siblings were from This was the first daycare I attended, I believe that I was around maybe 3 or 4 years old at the time.

As I got older I was around my father a little more often. By age of 5 maybe, I begun spending a lot more quality time around my older Sister and little brother from my dad side of the family more often, Tekesha and Mervin Jr. I’m guessing that my dad was starting to realize that I needed his presence more frequently. I can also remember my Grandmother’s old house on the corner of 24th street in Monroe heights and also my Nanas house (Mothers Mom) owned a house on 26st so Monroe Heights was embedded in me. On the weekends we would all go over there along with my other cousins. We used to have a ball at Grandma’s house.

Growing up in the projects and the hood… You wasn’t given much, nor had much for apparent reasons, but you had to learn to enjoy what you did have and appreciate the bulk of it. I think being around both of my grandmothers helped me appreciate things more, because they both collected anything that they could. Even though it may have been junk to many others at times, but nevertheless it was their junk and they loved it and appreciate it.

My mother and father was close to their mothers, so I happen to be around both of them a lot especially my Nana. That’s what we all called my mother’s mother. I actually thought it was her real name at one moment in time lol. She was a heavy Christian Church raised lady, while my grandmother on my dads side studied Jehovah witness, so I was surrounded with the spiritual presence even though at this point I’m walking a different spiritual path i still respect that old school Christian love because it seemed to be genuine and not used as a controlling, idk it maybe was used then but not as prevalent as it is now in such a personal use for those in power but it is what it is.

I love both of my grandmothers, specially for their courage and resilience, because they both went through situations with my grandfathers that affected them both, but they displayed major strength. This strength carried through my mother and father and fortunately made it to me. With that being said, I definitely Thank you both for being strong empowering women and raising my parents to be strong individuals and parents themselves for me and my other siblings. Thank You.

To Be Continued next Monday…

My Life, My Joy, My Pain… The Autobiography

A: Marvelous Thought By: Marvel
“The Beginning” was A Marvelous Thought by: Marvel Saffold from his Autobiography “My Life, My Joy, My Pain” © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2014, All Rights Reserved.


I'm Marvel Saffold, I'm a Witblogger out of Riviera Beach, FL. I'm also a Rapper, many years ago I wasn't aware of the power of literature. Specially my literature, until I started exploiting writing in different format--from music to poetry. Having made that transition--I even surprised myself many of times. The real kicker is I tasted the power prior--in the 9th Grade. I will forever love Ms. Saunders, my English Teacher at William T. Dwyer; because it was then, in her Class that I started mastering writing literature. Years later I'm finally realizing how much of an influence Her Class had in my writing process even in music. I found myself using all that I've learned from Ms. Saunders. I love writing no matter what it is.

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