Rose of Many Colors by June Pauline Zent
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An original soft pastel painting on linen board
We drove out to Alternate AIA by the ocean where you could still park along the water side of the road, open the window, and feel the salty air on your face. ” You disappeared for twenty years, he said accusingly.”Where have you been?”
It was a long story beginning with a train ride from West Palm Beach, Florida to Great Falls, Montana all alone and only fifteen years old. My guardian grandparents had signed a legal document to allow me to marry the man of my dreams; or so I thought. Actually I wore them down to that point. He lied for a year telling me that he was from a different high school when really he was a 18-year-old Air Police man at the local air base that I had dated for a year. Now he was stationed in Montana. Before he left he had given me an adorable heart-shaped diamond ring. He was all that I could think about and I cried constantly. After dropping out of school I took a job at the local Gray Hound bus station serving snacks but got fired because of the crying. I was Miss Gloom station.
Long story short: After leaving the service we moved to his parents home in Los Angeles, California where he entered UCLA. We had a son and a daughter and were married for ten years. It ended because he outgrew me and chased ever skirt in sight! He also became an abusive jerk towards the kids and me. Finally he told me that I should take the kids and go home to Florida. I took him up on it and divorced him soon after.
In due time I met my second husband who was just the opposite of the first. We had four kids together: another long story. After ten years the marriage fell apart. It was my fault mostly because I ran full steam the whole ten years not knowing why. At one point I was a part-time pre-med student in college, chief lab assistant of the biology department, rearing six kids, and showing my artwork at regional shows. The trigger came when my autistic son was dismissed from the special school he had attended for two years. I was told that he was too disruptive for what was to become a model special school. I was devastated and heart broken. His father and I had done everything that we were told to do sometimes at the expense of time and resources for the other kids. I was the president of the mothers group at the school that now abandoned him. That’s when I packed up the four younger kids and moved to Jupiter.
So here I am not knowing what comes next but desperately wanting a different life for the kids and myself.
He sat quietly through my story hardly saying a word. Then he said, “Do you remember when we were kids and I saw you walking down the street by the school wearing that fancy jacket emborered with dragons and glittering stones; the one that Julian Rider had sent you from Japan?” I replied, “Yes I do remember that jacket”. “Well,he continued, at the time I thought to myself, I can never buy her something as great as that!” He grinned and reaching his arm out pulled me to his chest, then he gave me the tenderest kiss I had ever known!
We drove around the area for hours talking non stop. Then he put a tape into the deck with a duo singing. He said,” Do you know who this is ?” I knew that the female voice was Dinia Shore’s but not the male voice. He laughed, “That’s me!” This was just the beginning of me getting to know him (Burt Reynolds) as a grown up Buddy. I was to learn much, much, more and so will you with the continuing story. Hope to see you here!