1968 - Born, May 20, In the Wonderful State of Florida
1971-1972, I was molested for the first time by Herbert Holcomb Swisher 11, Heir to Swisher Sweet Cigars. This would last till I was 15 and during this time I experienced things that will shock the readers of this blog.
1976 in just third grade, (hoke) would take a puppy I had named brownie to my school, then come to me to tell me what he had done. He then told me that if anyone asked if that was my dog that he would kill me if I told them it was. This dog found me the next day and followed me everywhere. Several days of my denying the dog, I am told by my teacher after the dog walked into the open door during class and walked right up to me to take it to the office and tell them that this strange dog is following me everywhere. I leave the class, crying begging the dog to run away as I head to the office to do as I was told. I was sent back to class and a day or so later when I was in the lunch room, my puppy comes in right up to me. Everyone freaked and the school custodian Roosevelt Triplet came in with a rope and put it around the dogs neck and carried my puppy out the door swinging from the end of the rope. The dog had mange, and later when I would ask him what he done with the dog, he told me he killed it. He would become the target of my rage for in my youth he had become the enemy. Later I would attack this man who would just laugh as I cussed him, kicked him, pulled his hair, called him names as he carries me back to school over his shoulder after chasing me as I ran from a teacher and insisted I was going home. Mr Triplet was a pastor who ran a small church in Wakulla County, Fl
1985 - My brother took myself and my sister to the police station to turn (Hoke) in for his crimes against us. Our story would be the first story of it's kind to be posted in the small town news paper in Wakulla County Florida.
1989 - Feb 25th I married Samuel Doyle Toole, a man who was 9 years older than me and who once faced a 60 year prison sentence. Once his sentence was run current he walked out of prison after serving 7 years day for day of his 60 year sentence. He had a good heart, was great to his children. When we started having children, I had to stop him from bringing homeless people home for dinner. He would then come home, ask me to make a doggy bag and take food back out to them.
1991 Aug first daughter was born.
1992 Aug, second daughter was born.
1995 Feb, husband has accident that leaves him with TBI.. He never recovered and spent the remainder of his life in a health care facility.
1995 June, third daughter was born.
* Worked with M&M Transit transporting incompasitated passangers from nursing homes, to doctors appointments and home from hospitals after an extended stay. I ran a stretcher van, equipted to haul 2 stretchers side by side in the back. This job had me going in and out of nursing homes in several counties during a time when I needed to find one to place my husband into. The hospital tried to dump him in every slum possible but I managed to stand my ground and eventually had him placed at River Chase Care Center. It would later be told to my children by my sister that I put him in a slum. I knew it was one of the nicest places I went into and after checking the homes ratings still feel that even though a simple decision of where I placed my husband was used to try to turn my kids against me, I stand covicted that he was in a place where his daily needs were being met. It was not a state run home.
1995 November, 11 I was arrested for battery for hitting a man with a boat oar, who jumped my fence and frightened my children. My mistake was being honest with the officer when asked who hit first. I told him I did but was so upset at the time did not get time to explain the man jumped the fence, dropped his cup of booze in my yard and was running at me when I swung on him. After 55 days in jail I finally got a bond hearing and was offered a plea to walk that day. I took a plea because with a new baby at home and a husband in coma this case was the least important thing on my agenda.
2000 June became a widow, when husband passed from pneumonia from complications of long term TBI.
2001 Jan, 6th, completed one year of house arrest and completed the terms of my probation successfully.
2001 April I packed up the kids and the cats and moved to Tampa Bay.
2003 April, the State of Florida steals my children from school during a hard time when they should have helped me, their way was to take the only reasons I had to live for.
I never went to high school and have only been to one football game in my life. My daughter is in band and wants me to be at her games. I have stood by for years for the protection of my children and missed so many important functions that I would have never missed had I not been forced out when a strong hold was taken over children. My sister has threatened not to allow my daughter to attend her own games where she is a leading member of the marching band. In the past I would have stayed away so make sure my children did not lose these privileges that my sister has turned them into. I am angry that my children are manipulated this way. I won't stay away from anymore games because if my child wants me there then I should be there for her.
I want my girls back in defense training karate classes that were stopped when my daughters were removed by the State of Florida.
Update: As of Mon, 2-4-08 Judge Rex Barbas has ordered that I NOT PARENT my children. I am not sure what this means. How does a woman who has devoted 16 years of her life to being the best mother she could suddenly stop doing a job she has dedicated the rest of her life to? This was ordered due to latest developments posted (here). I did get *permission to attend public functions such as ball games, but am not allowed to attend any *Parent Teacher Conferences. I don't need to attend parent teacher conferences because my children already know what I expect of them and are doing excellent in school. All I can do is make sure the girls know what I expect of them.
Irony perhaps that these girls need a parent and I'm the only one they have but am not allowed to parent. Life is strange at times isn't it?
I have been sick for a week with a bad chest cold that I have been treating with over the counter aggressive therapy of Dayquil/NyQuil and tylanol cold and sinus. I have also been taking Mucinex and drinking plenty of fluids and sleeping a lot. The call from my daughter I never heard at 11 am last night. She said Mom I have not heard from you in a week and I am calling to see how you are, you need to call me cuz I miss you. Naturally by the time I got this call it was 1 am and she was asleep so I called her phone and left a message. her situation has changed and now her grandmother lives with her while undergoing 6 months of chemo for Hopkins lymphoma. She gave up her room and has moved into the Florida room so her Grandmother can have her bed. I admire this young woman more than she knows.
She still has her job and is doing very well. She makes 100 bucks a week part time on the weekend. She still has her boyfriend and has had some problems with him. She almost broke up with him when she felt he had ignored her when they met up in public each with their own friends. She is convinced he is just shy and she has since reported that since she had a talk with him that he is now paying her a lot more attention and trying to not be so shy. This is a difficult time because I have to trust she has all the tools and confidence to take charge of her own relationships and make the right decisions. She has made some very important life decisions in the past and during those times I told her I had to trust that she knew what was best for her life and allowed her to make her own decisions backed by my full support. Like when she went to an inner city magnet school of law for a year then decided it was best for her to go back to public school and try to take extra classes to graduate early. She was worried that I would be disappointed in her but I could not be more proud that she at least tried it and went for it and done all the work herself to get into that school and was able to also decide it was not the right move for her.
She is doing well and is in the high school marching band. I am so proud of her and know that she is indeed going to take her life for a good long ride.
