My Memoirs Backstory: My Daddy, Floyd Otto Spencer, Pt 9

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Daddy and Mother on our land, “The Galeana Springs,” near Colonia LeBaron, Chihuahua, Mexico

 


“In the course of my life, I have often had to eat my words,
and I must confess that I have always found it a wholesome diet.”
Winston Spencer Churchhill




NOTE: Continued from “My Memoirs: Ch 3, My Daddy, Pt 8″

In the previous blog, we were talking about some more of my father’s accomplishments and sacrifices. Among other such memorabilia is the following: He  was a proud Veteran of World War I. He fought with the 308th Engineers from Ohio to the Rhine. There are videos of his Platoon on YouTube, showing them constructing a bridge, among other things.

While with his Platoon in France, during his WWI Service, Daddy got to meet his second cousin: Winston Spencer Churchhill! So he had double the reason, on January 24, 1965, for taking three days off work to keep his ear tuned to the radio all day and into the night when Churchhill died.

Yes, for three days he listened to the constant end-to-end radio broadcasts about his cousin and world famous leader, Winston Spencer Churchhill, as Radio Broadcasters expounded upon the many great accomplishments and services this icon had performed for society.

 Daddy could especially relate to Churchill’s influence, when it came to World War I and World War II. (*See footnote below on Winston Spencer Churchill.Sadly, I didn’t even know who Winston Spencer Churchill was, then, though he was my third cousin!

It figures, as at the time Churchill died, I was eighteen years old, had been married off in an arranged marriage at age sixteen, and had been held captive in the LeBaron doomsday cult in Mexico since August, 1960.

Two months before that unfortunate August 1960 day, I had barely graduated from eighth grade, in Hurricane, Utah. Then my parents uprooted our family, lock, stock, and barrel, “to gather to Zion to mingle with the Saints and avoid the calamities that were coming “very soon” to wipe out the wicked.” (Colonia LeBaron was “Zion.” LOL!)

In hindsight, and as an aside, I see it was really quite the other way around: Gathering to Zion was nothing but a calamity! It wiped out and ruined my hopes for a good life.

And plenty of wickedness was going on there, “to mingle with,” besides, in that little colony of “saints.” You shall hear what I mean, in Mexico down past the Rio Grande, as my memoirs unfold in future scenes.

It was about fifty-seven years ago, as of March 2017, that my family “gathered to Zion.” I have been trying to get over it ever since.

Their prophet, my Uncle Joel LeBaron, had prophesied “The distructions foreseen in the Book of Revelations are coming any day now to rain down upon the United States. Mexico is the land of refuge for the Saints.”  Mother claimed she, too, had seen this “end of days” — in a dream!

Go figure!! The sky was falling — another Chicken-Little story! Or LeBaron story? If you want to get power, just claim you’ve had a revelation — a dream — that shows the world is coming to an end. The truth is, yours and my world IS coming to an end: We never know the hour of our death. But the world, itself, and new life, will continue on! As it has for thousands upon thousands of centuries.

Some Millennial’s (i.e., Messianic doomsdayers who believe the end of the world and “the Millennium” is imminent) will likely believe and follow you. Chicken Little sure got his following — if you recall that children’s fairytale.

However, after being pulled out of school and moved to that secluded, barren, Chihuahuan Desert wilderness, I’d had no chance for any further education. That was a calamity in itself! Quite the end of my world — at least as I had known it. I, a Bookworm, wasn’t even allowed to read, let alone have any contact with the outside world, in any way, shape, or form. So, no: I wouldn’t know who Churchhill was.

Before I was married, while living in LeBaron’s “Zion,” all my family-of-origin had, as far as connections with the outside world were concerned, was Daddy’s little battery-run radio — which only he was allowed to use!

Even worse, all we ever heard about from Mother was mostly cult propaganda. And how great she and her family heritage was: Her father, mother, brothers — especially her brothers, Joel and Ervil, the “prophets” of the cult! Mother had to be number one.

So, sadly, I never even knew how special my father’s heritage was — that through my father’s side, we were related to English royalty — Princess Diana Spencer, for example — and famous poets like Samuel JohnsonFrancis Bacon, and Edmund Spencer. For some reason, Daddy never ever mentioned it either. Or maybe he did but I wasn’t around to hear?




NOTE: Though there is more to relate, as to my father’s history, I will relate it in the context of my own continuing Memoirs. So, for now, I conclude my nine-part memoir series,”My Daddy,” with the lyrics of the following comical song I wrote this year — for there is a verse in it about my amazing father. 

 I’m a Hack: A Hee-ha comedy bit o’ bio in verse, fer better er worse,
With truth ‘n’ exaggeration interspersed: 

 banjo

Dearest friends and fans: Please note:
This “sorta” silly song I wrote
Is only half-finished, so I don’t gloat —
But pray my poem won’t get your goat;
For it’s late; my blog’s due “mañana;
Therefore, I’ve but time to emote.
Yet, if you check this song later on … uh …
You will probably find it “re-wrote.”
That “It needs work,” is my last quote.
Even so, hope you can enjoy what I wrote!
Now I humorously emote:

 I’m a Hack: A Hee-ha Comedy Song —
A Bit o’ Bio in Verse, fer Better er 
Worse,
With Truth ‘n’ Exaggeration Interspersed
(Eventually I’ll Post sheet music, and/or the song in a Podcast.)

Refrain:
Hey
, they say I’m a hick;
Though Hillbilly music makes some sick,
My Hillbilly ways are here to stick;
So you may as well git over it ‘n’ join in ’n’ sing a bit!
Cause I’m a hick, ‘n’ shit-kickin’ music is my shtick.

Born in Mexican sticks in 1946.
I’ve dual citizenship, an’ I’m a hick.
I’m an all-American-mongrel, apple-pie girl —
Hines-57 mixed-up mutt,
With apple pie stickin’ to my gut — ’n’ butt!
But red-necked, reactionary ignoramuses ain’t my thing;
I came here fer music and to sing!

Yeah, I’m an American-Mexican, Scotch-Irish “Mick”,
With Welch ’n’ English — So sure, I’m a Britt,
With French, German, and Mohawk Indian a bit;
If there’s no Tom Slick hidin’ in the pit,
That’s about it —That’s my story ‘n’ I’m “shtickin” to it!

  My father was a proud Veteran of World War I.
Those Vets were well-appreciated for what they’d done!
 Pa was an artist, creative, Jack-of-all-trades;
Master of a few — Good at so many things,
There was little he couldn’t do.

Ma was a creative: author, artist, thru ’n’ thru;
Poet, performer, trained concert pianist — Whew!
She loved to discuss religious principles too,
An’ read religious Lit, old er new —
Long as it agreed with what she already “knew.”
She graduated with a BA in Journalism too;
Quite an accomplishment fer Ma was sixty-two!

She was runnin’ me competition then,
For I was still in College too,
Strugglin’ to make it up from the cult
She’d put me through — If she only knew!
But her motto was: “Anything you kin do,
I kin do better; I kin do anything better
‘an you!”
And she meant it too!

Still, I’m a hick —
Though Hillbilly music makes some sick,
My Hillbilly ways are here to stick;
So you may as well “git” over it ‘n’ Join in ‘n’ sing a bit!
Yeah, I’m a hick ‘n’ Shit-kickin’ music is my shtick.
Born in Mexican sticks in 1946,
I’ve dual citizenship an’ I’m a hick …
Or am I a hack? I’m a hick-hack!
Or a hat rack! Ha-ha-ha!!

 Stephany Spencer 2016





*( My Third Cousin, Winston Spencer Churchhill)
 *Winston Churchill: Former British Prime Minister
*Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill was a British statesman who was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from 1940 to 1945 and again from 1951 to 1955. Wikipedia
Height5′ 6″
SpouseClementine Churchill (m. 1908–1965)
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
 If you’re going through hell, keep going.
 You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.



NOTE AGAIN: This concludes my nine-part Series, “My Daddy.” Thanks for visiting and for sharing my blog site with me. I will be presenting new material in my memoir blogs, as of next Friday.

I love to write. But it’s icing on the blog when I have readers who devour it, on top of my cooking it up!  (Puns intended.)

 In future blogs, I may tell you a little bit about my maternal grandparents. And then about Mother. And finally about how she and Daddy met — That is, I may tell you about the beginning of my father’s Mormon fundamentalist cult saga that culminated with his bringing me into the world — along with many other children and events — which then culminated in my creating this “Book” — my Memoirs.
Chain reactions, yes? That’s life!




4 thoughts on “My Memoirs Backstory: My Daddy, Floyd Otto Spencer, Pt 9

  1. I am glad that you have decided to create this blog and tell us about your fascinating family. I have read every book I could find about the fascinating LeBarons, but there were certain people I wanted to find out more about, and your blog gave me the answers I have been looking for.

    You have much to be proud of. I am glad you are sharing who you are with the world.

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    1. Caroline, thank you so much for your very valuable feedback and encouragement. I am happy to know you found and are reading my blogs. And I would love it if you would let me know if you have any other questions or concerns — things I could address, as time goes on. You’re most appreciated, and I wish you a wonderful life.

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  2. Good work on your blog, Stephany. Interesting content and nicely formatted. What grabs my attention the most is your use of images (large and small) and the sincerely written, direct memoir of your upbringing and family history – trees, roots, leaves, dirt and all. As a writer, you successfully engaged my curiosity about what good or evil you will write next. Your feelings are paramount in this endeavor.

    Your efforts will find an audience because you have much to tell that is heart-breaking, uplifting, and shocking.

    Christina K Gross

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    1. Thank you, Christina, for your feedback. It means a lot, coming from a successful writer, poet, and author like you. I do not know what you mean by my “use of images, large and small,” though, as useful as this feedback would be to me. I am touched that you would take time to read my blog, being the busy Creative that you are.
      Take care and keep up the good works.

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