No Regret

By Carole A. Powell

It is a story about life with pictures by her daughter Tammy. The second one is about a man who raises 7 children himself. The
third is about the Indians and Calvary and 2 forts. The fourth one is about 4 generations and the 5th one is about a teenage boy who experiences life. All of these books were written in a 2 month time frame. Enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479791231

Carole A. Powell

Author born in Indiana and has lived all over the U.S. Cancer and other diseases has kept her homebound and she decided to write books. The first book was published by a small company and cannot be bought at the present time. It is a story about life with pictures by her daughter Tammy. The second one is about a man who raises 7 children himself. The third is about the Indians and Calvary and 2 forts. The fourth one is about 4 generations and the 5th one is about a teenage boy who experiences life. All of these books were written in a 2 month time frame. Enjoy.

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Copyright © 2013 by Carole A. Powell.

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Contents

In the Beginning

In the Middle

In the End

In the Beginning

My mother was a beautiful white woman and was queen of her compound. My father was of mixed breeds. I was given the name of Apollo and my last name was Zee. There was an older girl in the house who I assumed was my half sister. Also, there were two younger girls who I hardly knew. My mother produced seven children in her lifetime and was never married. My childhood was dismal and I often wondered why she kept me around as long as she did. I lived on Crenshaw Slough that rhymes with blue, in the bayous of Louisiana. Anyone of prominence lived in a two-story house and I remember the beautiful ornamental railings and high ceilings in the rooms. We had a garden in the front court yard with a few flowers and some vegetables. The back yard was small and was used for garbage and the servant’s entrance. I was befriended by a darkie named Whistle and I spent a lot of time with him. Everything I learned about foilage and fronds, I learned from Whistle. On rainy days I stayed inside and sometimes I played hide and go seek with my half sister. Whistle told me what relationship she was to me, but Whistle thought we had the same father. There was a house cat named Borneo. He was big and fat and did absolutely nothing except eat, sleep and lick himself.

I was told I had a chiseled face and had no problem finding women as they were always finding me. I also took down one or two and guess that’s what you called sewing wild oats. But, whoa to the girl who was like my mother. She became addicted to that life style, but I also think she made a lot of money. Some guys fall in love with the first woman they’ve sewn and others become addicted and waste a lot of bodies and souls.

Marie Justine did laundry for my mother and sewed luxuriously boudoir gowns. I am not sure why she picked me for sex, but she sure taught me what women like and what men desire.

The morning was misty and the afternoon was rainy and muggy. O Mon Cheri’ cooked my mother’s eggs exactly as she liked but she also was known for throwing the Tarot cards. The dark day should have tested me as I was not prepared for what transpired. I was called to mother’s room about noon and politely told that I had become a man and now was going to leave the house and find my way in the world. I was given a cheque for ten dollars and a small satchel of clothing. I was able to contact Cotton and told her what was going on and that I would try to contact her in later years. O Mon Cheri’ spread the Tarot cards for me and because I knew the rules, I made her pick them up and let me throw them. It was the usual ups and downs of life but she did say I would acquire lots of wealth.

I was out of the compound and could not tell if those were tears or rain on my face. Soaking wet and hungry, I managed to get a little drier by staying under docks at the bridge. No bank was open and I graciously traded some man who lived the bridge (a UTB under the bridger) my cheque for 10 crackers. I blurted out my plight and quickly realized I needed to move on as I was gullible for a robbery. The old man was eying my satchel and I moved out into the night. I found an open door in a building and went inside. I shut the door behind me and found a safe room where I could get some sleep and dwell on my future. I wondered if my mother would do the same to Cotton, or worse, make her stay there. There were no servants to bring me fruit or scones. All of a sudden, I smelled food in the building. It seems someone else lived in the building too. I followed the smell and found a young woman standing in the door way to her home. As I approached her I said, Good morning Maam. I explained that the door was open and that’s how I got in. I told her I was starving but had no money, only a satchel of clothes. She said she could give me some food for a price so I promptly withdrew a cloak and shirt waist from my satchel.

She was cooking a porridge with pieces of pork floating at the top. I found it to be flavorful and inhaled as much food as I could. The young girls name was Perone and as she and I were talking, her mother showed up. She cooked for a duchess of sorts and was shocked to find me in her building. I told her the outer door was open and she was puzzled and fearful there could be others in the building. They were kind to me though and offered me a place to sleep for the night. Perone was probably about my age and I smiled at her a lot. The next morning after more porridge and pork, the mother asked me to leave. Once again, I was on my own.

Most of the day I walked and checked places to stay. Although my father was mostly black I was barely colored. My eyes are gray and were the combination of my father’s brown eyes and my mother’s blue ones. I ended up sleeping on top of a grave since most of them are above ground. It is something to do with the sea level. I noticed several