Welcome

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RAPOC'S
 

 

 

 


World

 

 

Yes, welcome to my world.

The world of a depressed, middle aged male in America.

 

Why would you come here?  I don’t know.

This is just my little corner of Cyberspace.

 

If you want to continue, go ahead, but if you get depressed,

don’t blame me.

 

The views expressed herein are my own and do not necessarily reflect those of any other person, living or dead.

 

 

 

About Me

 

I was born October 27, 1958 in Euclid, Ohio.  My parents had 3 children before me.  They moved to Wickliffe, Ohio in 1957 & remained there until the day they died. 

 

My childhood was not a totally happy one.  In fact, there are few if any happy moments that I remember.

 

I remember that I always got the feeling from my Grandmother that she wished I wasn’t around.  She did not think she was old enough to be a “grandmother” and insisted that we all called her “Honey.”  I always called her “Gram.”

 

My Dad was an unusual one.  He worked second shift at an auto plant.  I would only really see him asleep on the couch or on weekends.  He would leave for work when I was in school & come home when I was in bed.  His weekends consisted of beer, football, & verbal abuse.

 

My Mother was the closest person to me.  She helped me with my homework, played games with me & tried to keep me happy.  I cannot say enough about her & will not take up your time with my feelings toward her.  From listening to her tell me about her life & marriage, I can only tell you that I respected her.  Not only because she was my mother, but because she earned it.

 

My Sister married a Marine & left home.  I never really got to know her.  I vaguely remember her in the house when I was a kid.  I do remember the family taking her to the train station for her trip to New York City when she was in High School.

 

My oldest brother joined the navy & left Home.  I always looked up to him.  He was always “MY BIG BROTHER.”  As I write this, I think about how dumb I was to admire him.  Later in life I found out what a jerk he really is.

 

My other brother.  What can I say about him?  What can I say about the beatings, verbal, sexual & emotional abuse I received from him?

This was a humiliating time for me & I will not go into it now…maybe in the future.

 

 

My Interests

 

I have had various interests in my life.  None of them ever really stayed with me.  I bowled, Collected stamps & coins, painted, tried woodworking, photography & astronomy.  I was a “joiner.”  I had joined 3 stamp collecting groups, civic groups such as the Jaycees, Knights of Pythias & the Dramatic Order Knights of Khorhassan.  I founded the local historical society, was a deputy voter registrar & a notary public.  I also served in my local church as Treasurer, Deacon, Elder, Clerk of session, Moderator of the Board of Deacons, Chair of the Centennial Committee, Chair of the Bicentennial fund, Sunday School Teacher, Librarian, Counter, Usher & Computer Tech support.

 

The One interest that has stuck with me is Shortwave Radio Dxing.