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I was born into a topsy tribe family in 1949. My father died when I was five years old. My mother was an epileptic and was unable to care for us three boys. An aunt that I never met or seen since arranged for us to be placed in Protective Services.
I grew up in a children’s orphanage, Children’s Baptist Home of Southern California, in Inglewood, CA. It was during the height of the Cold War during the late 1950s & early 60s.
Those were some really hectic and stressful times for all in North America, particularly in Southern California (SoCal). We would have all-night evacuation drills to prepare us for evacuating in the event of a Chinese invasion. It may be hard to believe nowadays, but in ’54 through ’67, everyone in SoCal was warned that the Chinese would land on the SoCal coast in masses of millions of armed Chinese who would kill us all in our sleep.