Personal Childhood Web

Harry I Greene Jr. is father and the main provider for my family. When I was born my father was forty –five years old.  He passed away two years ago from cancer that no one knew he had not even him.  Being the youngest out of six children I was often thought of as the favorite by my older siblings and a daddy’s girl.  My father always showed his love and care for me by telling me that he loved me every day and very active in my academic journey. 

Maggie L Greene is my mother and the person who ran all household affairs.  When I was born my mother has forty years old.  She passed away six years ago from a heart attack in her sleep.  My mother worked every day but made sure that everything was clean in the house and all needs were met.  My mother showed her love for me by spending time with me and took me on trips with her every year to different states for weeks at a time.

Jacqueline M Greene- Sherrod is my next to oldest sister.  She is twenty years older than me and is like a second mother to me.  My sister had a daughter that is one year older than I am and we were raised together often times thought of as sisters.  My sister was always taking pictures of my niece and myself.   My sister is a kind person and cares about my welfare.

Phillip D Greene is my youngest older brother he is sixteen years older than me and I miss him greatly. He passed away three years ago after a twelve year battle with renal kidney failure.  Phil was my favorite brother; he was the one who taught me that I had to be tough and not a cry baby.  He would always fight with me in order to ensure I could handle myself if the need ever aroused.   While my brother sought to see that I could take care of myself and make me a little tougher, he was displaying his love for me by not wanting to see anything happen to me.

Margaret Greene-Hoard is my youngest older sister; she is thirteen years older than I am.  She was the baby girl until I came along and I think she has issues with that because while she cares about my well-being I can see so jealousy with her when it comes to me and the things that our parents gave me or allowed me to do and have.  While we were close growing but as I got older and she moved and married, we drifted apart and only talk maybe once a month.  While our relationship is strained, there is still love because that is what our parents taught us and our father told us that we have to look out for each other despite any differences.