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Popeye's House
Popeye was his nick name. He lived on the Base and we were invited to go over for dinner.
He was a foreboding large black man, and I could see why they called him Popeye. His wife was a beautiful, tall light blonde woman, and their children were stunningly beautiful. The children had a rich tan that most of us would have attempted to reach by laying out in the sun for hours. Their hair was kinky like a natural Afro but it went from a light milk chocolate color, to blonde on the tips as if purposely painted that way. But most stunning of all, were their bright green eyes. Gorgeous. That's all I remember. How lucky we were to be having dinner with them!
It wasn't ever going to happen again.
On another night, we were at another family's for dinner.
It was quite obvious early on that night, that we were all under military rule. "Yes ma'am and yes sir?" Thank goodness that was one thing I didn't have to be subjected to at home on top of everything else.
I was about 5 years old, I think. Sent to bed upstairs after dinner, to fall asleep in a small bedroom in a separate bed from one of their children. We whispered and tried to listen and make sense, out of what was soon to be a very heated and angry argument downstairs between the adults.
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He was a foreboding large black man, and I could see why they called him Popeye. His wife was a beautiful, tall light blonde woman, and their children were stunningly beautiful. The children had a rich tan that most of us would have attempted to reach by laying out in the sun for hours. Their hair was kinky like a natural Afro but it went from a light milk chocolate color, to blonde on the tips as if purposely painted that way. But most stunning of all, were their bright green eyes. Gorgeous. That's all I remember. How lucky we were to be having dinner with them!
It wasn't ever going to happen again.
On another night, we were at another family's for dinner.
It was quite obvious early on that night, that we were all under military rule. "Yes ma'am and yes sir?" Thank goodness that was one thing I didn't have to be subjected to at home on top of everything else.
I was about 5 years old, I think. Sent to bed upstairs after dinner, to fall asleep in a small bedroom in a separate bed from one of their children. We whispered and tried to listen and make sense, out of what was soon to be a very heated and angry argument downstairs between the adults.
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