One Blue Suitcase: Based on a True Story

By Marjory Almina

A damaged orphan-type child’s life changed in a variety of ways. The cruelties of young love, kinship families, and farm journeys. Were these poor decisions or did they end her life’s scourge of lies?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Feb 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9781669832669

Marjory Almina

She is a bitser (mongrel dog), have you heard of the phrase? What you see is what you get, which entails combining a little bit of this and a little bit of that. That describes our author perfectly; she is direct and a little blunt. She doesn’t have a lot of tact either, it is quite enjoyable to read. You can never predict what will appear next, great for her story’s twists and turns. She prefers to be genuine and realistic in a heartfelt, tell you the narrative manner, that will immerse you in the action and make you feel a part of it. Wishing to impart useful knowledge to the readers for their future decisions in life.

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Copyright © 2022 by Marjory Almina.

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without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the

publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information

contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been

altered to protect their privacy.

Scripture quotations marked KJV are from the Holy Bible, King James Version

(Authorized Version). First published in 1611. Quoted from the KJV Classic

Reference Bible, Copyright © 1983 by The Zondervan Corporation.

Cover Image Credit: Ciara Atherton

Rev. date: 01/28/2023

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CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

CHAPTER ONE

A Rocky Start

CHAPTER TWO

The Rocky Road

CHAPTER THREE

Family Ties

CHAPTER FOUR

Long Goodbye

CHAPTER FIVE

Connection

CHAPTER SIX

A new world

CHAPTER SEVEN

Tested Connections

CHAPTER EIGHT

New Adventures

CHAPTER NINE

Rural Life

CHAPTER TEN

Part of the Team

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Her deep Love

CHAPTER TWELVE

Changes and Challenges

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Young Love?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

True Love: Broken Dreams?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Broke a Date to Make a Date

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Fears come True

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Baby sitter’s Input

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Truth Sown

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Hurdles to Jump

CHAPTER TWENTY

A Whirlwind

CHAPTER TWENTY- ONE

Park Owner

CHAPTER TWENTY- TWO

Other Voices

CHAPTER TWENTY- THREE

Some Truth

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

One End

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Easter Church

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Out of Control

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

No place like Home

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Changes

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Finding the Farm

CHAPTER THIRTY

The Drink

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Legality Stuck

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Supernatural

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Pondering her Life

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

A long Road

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Bravery Needed

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Treasures in the Bible

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

The new life Begins

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Old friends hear about New Life

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Old habits die Hard

CHAPTER FORTY

Devastation Ahead

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

God does answer Prayer

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Choosing Christ: Better Life

PART 2

Ten Years Later

CHAPTER TWO

Forward five Years

CHAPTER THREE

Broken Viewpoint

CHAPTER FOUR

Devastated

CHAPTER FIVE

Suspicions Again

CHAPTER SIX

More truth Revealed

CHAPTER SEVEN

Flying Crows

CHAPTER EIGHT

Full Surrender

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I want to thank all those supportive people in my world that made this possible, it has been a 15-year journey. From my young son, who is now an adult; I appreciate his time allowing mum to complete her computer work. My daughter in helping me to get the handwritten manuscript typed into the computer 15 years ago. Who both now have been my encouragement to keep going as they have helped in many supportive ways. And my special, masters in English friend, who will know who she is, that helped me learn what editing was, when I had no punctuation or grammar skills for putting a published book together. I love you all and I thank you for your prayers and your time and your efforts.

To the publishing company’s team members whose name is on this book cover for teaching me so much along the way. I also needed your expertise to be a published author, thank you.

In no way is my Lord the least but he is at the end of this prologue because none of this would have happened unless he gave me the strength to continue and the bravery to even start this publishing journey. Thank you, Jesus, and family more than you know.

CHAPTER ONE

A Rocky Start

A child was born out of wedlock on the West Coast of the USA in the1960’s. This area of the United States was a very beautiful place, from the rolling green hills to the coastal sandy beaches.

The child played on her own a lot, as the mother was temporally available for her. The father was not available at any time, for reasons unknown. Building cubby houses in the rubble around the apartments where she lived; became common practice; for this streetwise youngster.

At other times, there were other children living there whom she could play with. The mother and child moved around often.

One unfortunate event happened, in this young child’s life; that did affect her decision- making process, for many years. This type of action has since been scientifically proven in our present-day society. Physical bodily interference in a child under the age of eight from an adult cause’s trauma on the brain development. This male seemed to be her babysitter. She called him ‘a certain big guy.’

Marjory recalled the story this way: I remember he was putting me to bed, he was lying next to me, it was dark out now. There is a memory black out from what exactly happened, but as I recall this memory, I have tears running down my face, and a sick feeling in my stomach. I don’t feel very good, not comfortable at all. Something that shouldn’t have happened must have happened. I was around four years old.

Perhaps her mother made friends with this guy, as he decorated a T-shirt for the young girl using colorful paints, drawing a map on it and her name across the entire map in big bubble letters.

The impact of this male figure over time caring for the young girl; considered right or wrong, prompted the child to keep the shirt he had made. Since the shirt was considerably large, she was able to wear it for quite a few years. She kept it until it was too thin to wear anymore, and it was falling apart.

As we fast-forward some years after that scary and damaging event, her mother did the best thing she could have ever done. She brought her daughter to a pool in the back of a church, the Baptismal room. Through the young girl’s eye’s, it seemed like a house. The strong graying man and the young girl got into the pool, while the anxious young mother watched on.

As they exchanged words, the child was curiously waiting. She was thinking, Great, let’s go for a swim. She was being held like a child, sitting on his hip.

He said a few words then tipped her under the water and back up again. The child had an expression of shock on her young wet face! So much for my swim, she thought. While the graying ole gentleman looked to the child, he said, ‘That’s it, you can get out now.’ The young girl was very disappointed, she really wanted to play and just go swimming. Unfortunately for the child, her mother reached out her arms and said, ‘Come on time to get out now," and bundled her up in a towel, so they could head home. That was weird thought Marjory, where was everyone else?

CHAPTER TWO

The Rocky Road

In the years ahead, this event would be a significant memory, brought up in her mind when she got older. This formed a sense, that she was always being looked after; someone or something was keeping her safe, throughout her life.

Another move happened, all this moving was displacing for the young little girl, she began to find it difficult to make friends and having to be the new kid in the neighborhood, day care center, or school. She began waking up a lot during the night and her mom’s bed would be empty. This absence of her mom was not meeting the needs of comfort and security the child was seeking. She would check all around the apartment, but no mom. Then she would look outside around the other rooms of the apartment block.

She couldn’t find her. Her thoughts were racing, - What is going on here? Where is she? This isn’t right. Marjory just wanted her mom for some comfort, to cuddle up too. Going back to her place and locking the door, she crawled back into bed. Curling up tight with wet eyes from crying and sighing with a sniffle, she pulled up the blankets, and she would try to go back to sleep. Hoping her Mom would be there when she woke up the next time. Now a six- or seven-year-old, not sure if that insecure feeling would ever