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"They both stayed in bed alot when they did not have any pills. Mom would peek her head out from under a white bedspread and smile. Her eyes big and brown. She wore Dad's sweatpants around.She never put on any makeup.
I would say"come on Mom let's go to the store." If we were low on money, she would get a package of bologna and a loaf of bread at the little country store.Dad would pace the floors constantly when he ran out of pills. When he ran out of pills in Glenwood, he would walk the train tracks.

One night the State Police brought him home, and he was hallucinating saying the Govenor had sent them to question him about his shortchanging activities. They were actually concerned for his safety. He had almost been hit by a train. The neighborhood children knew of the incident. Ricky was not really fazed, but I would be saying goodbye to Donna and Ricky. I think once Dad was back to normal, he may have been alittle embarrassed, but even more lost in this rural trailer park. There was no green grass, no picket fences, or rose bushes. There was just dirt roads, with trailers on cinder blocks, cars that did not start, and people struggling to make it every month."