My next sibling, a baby boy, arrives eight months and seven days after my first birthday. My father's pride and joy for his first-born son. Not sure why I felt responsible for my brother's well-being more than my parents; however, did.
Our next sibling, a baby boy [baby Johnson], arrived two years and nine months after his first birthday. My father was really animated about the birth of his 2nd son for it seamed to remind him of someone from his childhood.
We welcomed the arrival of another sibling, baby girl, nine months, after baby Johnson's second birthday.
The four of us became Mother's protectors, when she and our Father, separated.
We lived with Grandmother Linnie; then Aunt Mary Lizzie; then Mother moved into her first-ever independent living space with four of her six children.
Mother married Nathaniel Mann, to this union daughter (Linda) and son (Larry) was born. Their love ended in tragedy when he surmised in a car accident, while on leave from active duty. Even though mother was married, she was not allowed to be in her own home with her children, while her husband was on active military duty. Her sister, Zenola, plot with mom to leave Georgia to live with her in Pennsylvania and go to nursing school.
I have vivid memories from the age of two and could ONLY share ALL with my closest sibling, first-born son of our father. He and I are the ONLY two, who FULLY understood our mother. We just happen to also be her two middle pair; which made me have an obsession with past history of Matron Linnie, my mother's mother, who was nine years old, when the Civil War ended.
My obsession encourage me to be a sponge for knowledge, concerning how HUMANS SURVIVE in the MIST of OPRESSION; which developed a deep sense of empathy in me towards anyone who is/are/was OPPRESSED.
This is why I call myself JAZ ~ acronym ~ Jesus Altruist Zone