Born to the late Robert and Susie Bolden, my parents were strict and loving. I grew up sheltered, poor and on welfare. I had a lot of good memories but very few bad.
I had trouble reading and my Dad oftentimes would yell at me when I had trouble or couldn't pronounce a word. I remember having to look up words that I did't know how to spell. I would have to climb on a chair and get this very thick dictionary to look up words and my Dad oftentimes made me use those words in a sentence.
I eventually learned how to read and I graduated from High School and College. I always wondered why My Dad would always yell at me and when I was grown I knew why. It was because My Dad cared about me and it was in his opinion his way of teaching me the important things in life. Sadly my Dad passed away May 31, 1995, the day after his 68th. I am very thankful that I had the pleasure of being raised by a man who was very intelligent and valued education. I'm grateful that I had my Dad when I was a baby a young girl and a 25 year old woman. My parents taught me a lot about life. One thing I have is a big loving family.