something lost......Childhood In The Seventies.

where to start ?......where else other than at the beginning.

My earliest memory is shaded in green, muffled noises, and comfort I think. No I dear where, when or why, it is just there in my memory. Even I think it weird. Yep that's it, the earliest memory I got.

The next are black and white, flashes really, people, places, a dog named patch, a old man, my mother's father, a avowed communist, dad apparently hated him. When my grandfather died dad burnt all his books, all first edition Karl Marks, books written by Russia's old hero's. I like to think my pop left them books to dad just to piss him off, yeah that actually sounds about right (lol)....then the violence.