Shocking Story: The Boy & Girl from Buckhollow

By Rebecca A. Russell and David K. Carl

This story is true, with very minimal alterations. Some of the names have been changed for lack of permissive authority. Any names not changed by the author are either deceased or a party to the motivating factor of this writing.

For many ill-spent years weve contemplated on gathering enough information along with the discipline necessary to put together the proper words and feelings into action.

The following pages are not meant for the sole purpose of complacency. However, we do hope it will be both helpful and pleasurable for reading.

The story has a span of 57 years, from 1954 to 2011. It gradually rolls the years by showing the worst of life to its earthly best.

We have a desire to share our story with others in hopes that it might be a reference of rectifiable use in ones own life. Our heart goes out to all who are experiencing Life at its worst But now, we know that things can always get better, Were living proof.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781463452896

Book preview

CHAPTERS

DEDICATION

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

Family Reunited after 27 years

DEDICATION

We dedicate this autobiography to our wonderful spouses Don and Connie and our families They have encouraged us in so many ways. The progressive nature of this story reached a climax when we introduced our loved ones to the scene.

We would like to say that no person has ever lived to exceed the proportion of blessings we have encountered. For that we are so thankful. We’re writing this as a legacy in our eternal absence, and also for the enjoyment of those in the present who choose to read it.

Most important, We thank God for providing the time and inspiration to do something we have never done before. It has certainly been a grand experience. Thank you God and family. We love you!!

INTRODUCTION

David Robert Moshier and Charlene Charlotte Moshier were the original names of the The Boy and Girl From Buck Hollow Their names and almost everything else about them changed drastically through the years, but their personalities were found through much trial and hardship. We’re not saying it was all bad, but what we are saying is that it was carved in stone.

It was not an easy thing to deal with. From the original carving the boy became hard as nails, and this made it very difficult for him to fit in. He was adopted into a family that couldn’t seem to take the time to try to understand him and in school he was misunderstood by his peers. It just seemed impossible for him to fit in anywhere or with anyone. Being adopted gave the boy an inferiority complex that was so severe he was unable to have a normal association. This also resulted in a permanent speech impediment as an after affect. The ultimate result became irreversible clinical depression and by-polar disorder (chemical imbalance in the brain.)

The girl was adopted into a family who gave her anything she could want in material things, but was unable to express love in the way she needed it. Her adoptive mother was adopted about the same age when she witnessed her parents dying at home and was never allowed to express emotions in those days and she raised the girl the same way. When they changed her name they told her that the new name was to go with a new life. They were sincere enough but had very little support from the system back then. The only way the girl knew to express her emotions was through temper tantrums where she could dive into a world no one else could enter. It wasn’t until a few years before her adoptive parent’s passed away that they began to understand why she had the problems she did. In fact it was at that time that she fully realized how much they did love her., but by this time over 50 years had passed.

As the story progresses, the Boy and Girl From Buck Hollow embark on a one way trip through life’s many trials, but somehow they know that God’s hand was upon them every step of the way.

Overall, we have enjoyed putting our story in writing and we hope it becomes a vast enjoyment to many.

We’re so thankful that God brought us back together at this time Without joint collaboration this book would not have been possible.

CHAPTER 1

Charlene’s Story

My Family

In the late forties and early fifties I lived with my Mom & Dad and several brother’s and sister’s in the back woods of Post Creek also called Buck Hollow. Joanne was the oldest, followed by my oldest brother Richard and sister Elaine. Next in line was me (Charlene) brothers Ronnie, David and baby sister Sandra.

My Dad built our house at the end of a long dirt road in a corner backed up against a hill. This was sometimes called Post Creek because of the little stream of water that ran along side of the dirt road to our house. Except for one neighbor who lived in a run down shack across the road our nearest neighbor was a mile away. My Dad wanted it this way because he didn’t want anyone to know what went on in our house.

My older brother Richard, Joanne, Elaine and I walked a mile each morning down that long dirt road to catch the school bus to the nearest one room school house. Ronnie, David and Sandra were too young to go to school. If we missed the bus we walked another mile to reach the school and most of the time without coats or shoes. When school was finished for the day the bus would once again stop at the end of that dirt road and we would walk the mile back home. There’s No Place Like Home had no meaning for us because no matter how much our legs and feet hurt or how tired we were it was better then being home and seeing and hearing what went on there.

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Ruth & Neil Moshier (Parents)

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CHAPTER 2

Our House

There were only four rooms that I remember in our house to accommodate a family of nine. There were two bedrooms side by side. Each room had one bed and one dresser, and on the dresser was a lamp with three medal legs. I still wear the scar today where one of those lamps fell on my head.

There was a window in each bedroom facing the hill behind our house. My parent’s shared one bedroom and accept for Sandra, who slept in the living room in a cradle, five of us shared one bed and the sofa in the living room.

Both bedrooms could be entered from the living room, and even though