Budding Innocence

By Kenneth Stone

Mistrust and Violence allows the most unexpected Things to take Root! This is a Murder and Mystery that's a TRUE Story.The second Book was titled SEEKING IMMORTALITY: A Gay Marine’s Quest To Have Children. It’s a story of FINDING LOVE unexpectedly! It also MEASURES the EXTEME’S some of us go THROUGH, just to be someone’s DAD! Growing Tension I was finding myself in the MIDDLE of the WOODS, middle of nowhere! GAY and ALONE, so where does that leave you! So WHERE can CHILDREN FIT in my LIFE?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kenneth Stone
• Release date: Jul 29, 2018

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BUDDING INNOCENCE

By                Kenneth Stone

True Story 

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KENNETH JOHN STONE

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BUDDING INNOCENCE

Author Biography About the Author

  This is my first book; I was never an English studying enthusiast that is all right nonetheless. I hope that you will be able to gather some idea of my train of thought, and perhaps be somewhat entertained. Thanks you for buying it. This is dedicated to my family. Do not worry I am not egotistical. I do think I am somewhat cute. A wonderful mother god gave me; calling her Geraldine Anna Rose Stone. Yes if you had not figured it out, I was a mama’s boy. Jeff, Bear Bear, and I have moved to Fort Smith, AR to be closer to our son Shon. I wrote  only two books title Seeking Immortality:  A Gay Marines Quest To Have Children also Budding Innocence. It’s a murder mystery that is a true story.  I wrote both stories mainly so my son can know his father long after I am gone, the good, and the bad.

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Chapter 1                  Memory of a five year old

  The earliest memories I have we lived in Rockford, Ill.  I was almost five standing on the adjoining porch one  of many apartments were once military barracks and somehow made into a civilian project to house the more unfortunate families that could not afford much of anything.  They were huge to a five year old and it gave plenty of other hiding places a child could find.  The goal was to stay out of you parent’s hair.  I knew that much.  There was little tiny store that had a front porch where men sat and chatted.  The soda pops were usually and half the size

they are now.  The cost was about a nickle,  because for a quarter you could get a whole bag of candy that was so many for a penny.  So I remember standing on this porch and teasing my brother,  Ed and two sister, Brenda and Joyce.  I have some and you do not type thing.  Wrong answer, mom heard my big mouth and walked heavy footed down the porch area.  She snatched it all away whil still managing to smach me in the back of the head as she turned around and went back in the apartment where she was talking to some women folk.  Wow, whe is quicker than I thought.  I sat and cried not because she hurt me, or I because I was embarrased but because I now do not have my candy now.  I did not know who gossiped more the men folk or the women folk.  The funny think about living in these low in apartments I swear was almost my eniter fathers side of the family lived there.  My grandmother had something like 13 children mostly girls.  Most of them had their own families and still lived in the same complex.  Talking about hiding places I learned once time that grandma’s was not the best place to hide when you ran away from home.  You definitely did not want dad to come find you.   He found me.  I had to keep running just a little faster than his switch that would fly at my hind end as I ran all the way back home.  Dad was a man that had no patience and a temperment that lashed out periodically.  He was a tough person that had that James  Dean persona about him.  His sleeves were always rolled up.  One sleeve would have a pack of Lucky cigarettes rolled inside it.  You could see the sigarette logl through the tee shirt’s white material.  Mom would say he had bedroom eyes.  My mom was  a small woman.  Dark brown short curly hair is how I  love to remember her.  She had brown eyes that were kind like a puppy dog.  Do not get me wrong she was also could put on a rough and tough exterior.  Whe she got mad,  she was like a ready to fight Bandy hen.  That was a type of chicken that when it laid its eggs it got fierce.  The could scare away any predator.  She was to good for dad that was something he always knew.  I mentioned that earlier I had a brother.  Apparently how the story goes is mom and dad was quite young being a married couple.  Dad was 17  and mom 18.  They were living at my mother’s house in Fox Lake, Ill. Dad found  comfort in not only mom but her girlfriends and cousin carol.  They were married only a year. Divorce followed mom moved off to Chicago. 

  Gathering her own life together she started working waiting tables. 

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Few months go by she meets a man and fell in love with the first time she ever say him.  She said he was passing through and he made her feel like a woman for the first time in her life.  She told me this story when I was grown man.  I don’t remember the man’s name any longer but that really is not important for my half brother Ed was my brother regardless. 

  Mom was Roman Catholic and had been denounced whe she married my father since he was a protestant.  She did not know what to  do and to have this child on her own was extremely hard for a woman  to do even more unheard of.  One thing my mom knew she was not going to abort it.  She went to the church for help, evern though she was divorced from my father.  The church agreed that after much diliberation they could forgive the marriage, but not getting pregnant by a different man.  So that was the first time my mother did not believe in her church any longer yet still kept her faith.  She was 8 months pregnant whey she decided to hitch hike all the way to Mississippi.  This is where my father went to whe he got divorced.  She showed up at his doorstep with suitcase in hand to see if he still loved her.  They had remarried and started working picking cotton for a living.  Edward was born.  Eventually they moved back to Illinois an dhad two more daughters Brenda and Joyce a year after that.  She was popping them out once a year now.  She swore she would not have another and two years later popped out just one more, the one and only telling you this story.  If you had not guessed, I was a momma’s boy.  I would hide behind mom’s skirt, so dad would not beat the