CPS and My Fish Story
Evidently Bob did something he shouldn't a otta done and daddy gave him a good whippin' right then and there... In the front yard... In front of the neighbors... Who thought it was excessive for what Bob as a five year old had done. So the neighbor, with all the guts needed, called Child Protective Services and filed a report. They then followed up with an investigation (imagine that! long before lawsuits were mandated as the moral consciousness of society). Ultimately Bob was taken away to a foster home for a while. I wasn't because mom begged and pleaded and promised that dad had never once used aggressive behavior on me. Barbara wasn't because she was a breast-fed baby and had begun having health issues (febrile convulsions). That was perhaps the bestest Christmas we had ever because the Episcopalian church used a Sub for Santa program to bless the lives of the community and we were the recipients of their love. That Christmas held the greatest Christmas-magic of my ...