Raised by Wolves: Growing up Poor in 1950's America

RAISED BY WOLVES GROWING UP POOR IN AMERICA Recollection, Memories, and Other Travesties of My Childhood This is the haunting story of my life growing up poor in Houston in the 1950’s. It is an unforgettable account of extraordinary love, rejection, joy, sorrow, and loss. At times, the story is laugh out loud funny, at others it is heart wrenching in its intensity It is an amazing recounting of unbearable loneliness and solitude of living in abject poverty, of being alive, but not living. It is about the shame and embarrassment of being seen as poor and how I overcame the humiliation of poverty and how I dealt with it. I’m telling this story, not because it needs to be told or that I’m looking for anything out of it. I just want to tell it so someday someone will read it and smile knowing that there is more that binds us together than we like to admit. You’re born and you die, what happens in between is up to us and in the end usually makes for a good story. This is my story of growing up poor in 1950’s Houston. Everything in it is true as I recollect it. Being a storyteller, I embellished a little for entertainment purposes, but I tried to stay true to my experiences as much as possible. I have used place names and individual names where appropriate, other names I changed so as not to embarrass anyone. This is all true to the extent that I can tell the truth. It’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. MP