Al was my grandmother Pauline's second husband. From her window, she had seen him passing her home and became infatuated with him. She divorced the father of her two sons and was soon married to Al. My childhood memories of Al are of an oppressive individual who scared me to death. Al was not a big man, he was probably about 5'10", with blondish gray hair and very bloodshot blue eyes. He always wore dirty overalls with a dirty t-shirt underneath. He appeared older than he actually was, he was probably close to fifty years old. I don't remember Al ever working. My grandmother always had several jobs, but I only remember Al working around the house. He was an alcoholic and usually reeked of alcohol. I don't remember ever seeing him sober. The only memory I have of Al that didn't scare me was a time when he stood upon my Grandmother's front porch playing the fiddle. From what I remember, he played well.
I do remember my fear quite vividly but I don't remember exactly what Al did to cause my fear. I remember once being in the center of rows of corn growing in my Grandmother's yard. My Mother tells me that I had planted the rows of corn and I had taken care of them. I remember them being tall with corn growing on the stalks. I remember being terrified but nothing else. My Mother has since told me that Al tore down all of my corn in a rage.
Another Al memory took place in the back yard. Al grabbed a chicken running around the yard, then took it over to a tree stump and chopped off the chickens head as I stood watching in terror. I remember Al laughing aloud and then telling me that if I told his secret to anyone (I can't remember what it was I wasn't supposed to tell) that he would do the same thing to me that he had just done to the chicken.
I wonder if he abused me sexually. If so, I have blocked it from my memory.