
See after Candis died July of 1973, Tracy remained with her father in Houston. He drowned himself further into the alcohol and drugs. Tracy was more of a Pet than a child in his altered state. If she was annoying, he would lock her in the closet. He would bring home table scraps to feed to her and the dog and would leave her alone during the day and night. He worked at steak & ale until they closed then he "managed" a bar till closing time. August of 73 rolled around and her dad sent her to school. Her first day of school he walked her to the end of the drive at their house, pointed to the left and said "Walk till you hit a big building and go in to tell them you are there for school." No lunch, no backpack, no supplies, no pictures. Tracy would get up every morning and walk herself to school because her Dad was either not up or not home. Sometimes the school wouldn't be open. Someone noticed. Someone noticed the little girl wearing the same clothes everyday. Someone noticed that she never had a lunch. Someone noticed that she was always alone. Someone noticed. Candis had filled out all the paperwork for kindergarten before she died and on there the emergency contact was the family in El Paso. They called. The family went into action. Helen was sent on a plane to go "GET" Tracy. She arrived at the home in Houston and banged on the door. The Doberman barked and Tracy hid. This 5 feet of Concrete Woman Kicked open the door and tongue lashed the dog into submission. She coxed Tracy out of her hiding space and after examining Tracy's room they left. She drove to the White House Department store and bought Tracy new clothes. She took her to the ladies room and bathed her in the sink and changed her into her new outfit. Then they went to the airport and flew back to El Paso. (Legally, it was kidnapping) Tracy's father took over two weeks to figure out Tracy hadn't been around much so he called El Paso and asked "have you seen Tracy?" They said, yes and we are going to keep her but it was like going from the frying pan into the fire. Both Jane and her husband were alcoholics and chain smokers on the verge of divorce. No place to raise a child. So Susan at 20 years old, made a decision. She was going to raise Tracy. She had to go to her fiance and explain that it was all or nothing. He said ALL with open arms and an open heart! So Richard, Susan and Tracy all got married and packed off to San Antonio to go to dental school while Susan taught school. Tracy's father refused to give up parental rights so Richard and Susan had to wait until he died to adopt her. Richard, Susan and Tracy will be celebrating 33 years at the end of May.
7 comments:
you make it sound like you sit around with them wearing matching sweaters now.... i'm glad you managed to get into a better situation....it was probably weird for you watching us with our mom....
How did you know about our matching sweaters?!??!
Dear sweet friend...I am sitting here with tears in my eyes!! I knew part of the story but you just filled in all the blanks. God made you are who you are today!! He allowed you to go through all that pain so that one day you might bring Glory to His Kingdom...and friend believe me when I say you are!!! YOU ARE!! May He continue to work in you and through you! I love the fact that you don't "smell of smoke" (Daniel...Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego!!) You truly amaze me!!
Wow Tracy what a story! What a God send Richard and Susan are.
I KNEW I liked you..I always seem to be drawn toward people that have the blanks filled in like your loving relatives filled in yours. That is probably why my heart will always be pulled in foster care direction. PRAISE God for intervention!! I am sooo blessed to know you. They were blessed to raise you. (I am sure you were a handful but blessed all the same!) I am glad my Isaiah had divine intervention like you did. CeCe
WOW! You need to publish your life story in a book! I want a current picture of Susan. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!
Wow...I don't know how you found out all this information so far back..but wow...what a testimony! I can imagine what it must have felt like to find all this out and put it all in writing. I know. What an inspiration you are!
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