My childhood was amazing and unique. In fact, it ruined my life in many ways. I remember when I was seven, listening to the radio in my parents' room in Australia, eyes closed, lying on the rug with my head on a pillow, the sound of the branches and leaves blowing in the wind outside. I wondered, is this a dream and I am still in Australia? Will I wake up and be able to do it all differently? Or is this my life and my memories will always be an albatross around my neck?
Henson Acres
These are from the mid to late 1970s when husband #2, Jim, and I lived in the house on Wilbarger Street in Vernon, Texas. The house was built by my great-grandparents. The quality is not very good; they are about 40 years old.
