Stepfather Blues.....
2016 was an important year because my suspicions were confirmed. My Dad did give away the family farm. This would be the final cruel joke played on me by my so-called "father" of one half century and counting. He was never a father at all, but just a guy trying to sell more insurance by portraying the outward appearance of a normal family, a facade at best. Problem is, he got away with it for so long that nobody left alive cares if he was faking it the whole time. Well done Mr. Anderson. Here is your Academy Award.
This was evidenced by his recent donation of the crown jewel of his real estate holdings to charity. Donated to some "Horses for Veterans" program, this is the Pennsylvania house on approximately 40 acres in prime Amish Country, which has been in the family since 1981. So much for my dreams of moving back to Amish country, where tradition dictates that the oldest heir inherits the family property. Complete bullshit.
This prize has always been a source of frustration for me anyway, as I was too old to move back in after college and when I did stay there during bouts of unemployment during the 1980's and 90's, my mother would mentally torture me until I hit the road again in desperation. My Dad was always silent of course.
This prize has always been a source of frustration for me anyway, as I was too old to move back in after college and when I did stay there during bouts of unemployment during the 1980's and 90's, my mother would mentally torture me until I hit the road again in desperation. My Dad was always silent of course.
He did hand over 40 acres across the street to my much-younger adopted brother, just to add insult to injury I suppose. Totally crapped on by my stepfather, as usual. I can't wait to change my last name back to my birth name. At least I will be satisfied with the name on my tombstone.
My only recourse is to write about it. I get to leave my little piece of human history, online at least. I've got a lot more dirt to dish out on this subject in book form, coming soon. This summary is just a little insurance, speaking of the business, in case I were to die suddenly, at least the story is out there and will grow online until published in printed form.
My only recourse is to write about it. I get to leave my little piece of human history, online at least. I've got a lot more dirt to dish out on this subject in book form, coming soon. This summary is just a little insurance, speaking of the business, in case I were to die suddenly, at least the story is out there and will grow online until published in printed form.
Here are some pictures for your enjoyment:
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Dave Anderson's Farm donated to charity
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| Amish Neighbors! |
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| 40 Acres Across the Street |
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| Dad #2 married my Mom in 1965 Prepare for a half-century of agony. |
