Aimee Anderson

Showing posts with label tom ward. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tom ward. Show all posts

Jun 27, 2010

Found Him


My Uncle Mike located Tom Ward. My dad lives in Waterbury, CT, not in a nice section of town. It appears he may not even have a phone, or if he does, it's unlisted. Uncle Mike has a friend who still visits Tom from time to time, from these visits it's obvious that Tom continues to have a drinking problem. He lives paycheck to paycheck working menial jobs. Uncle Mike adds, "He seems to find a way to get arrested about twice a year."

As such, I think I'll back off from any hopes of meeting this father of mine. I liked him better as an imaginative narrative I built piece by piece from childhood collage. I want to keep him as the man who wrote on typewriters, did performance art, and took me to a jazz concert when I was a little girl. To me, he will always look like Jack Wagner.

I include a picture of my young mother holding her baby girl. In this photo you see the adventure we're about to have--some of it hard, scary, and unpredictable, but always we are a team of exciting strength.

Thank you followers--hope you will stay with me as I begin my next project...More coming soon!

Apr 28, 2010

Found him, or not?

I was about to call it a night when an hour ago I received a message that contained several promising leads for the Mr. Tommy Ward. There were five Tom Wards to choose from, I chose the Tommy Ward who's 56 living in Milford, CT. I knew he graduated high school in 72. So the chronology seemed to fit. Without thinking I called him at once, on the fourth ring a cheerful, deep voice said "hello" in that way that sounds like "Yellow." I asked if he were Tommy Ward; he corrected me and said Tom. I asked if he knew Nancy Anderson. He took a deep breath and then sighed, "Sort of. Why?" I said, "I'll just cut to the chase. Do you remember Amy, the little girl Nancy had?" He said, "No not really, what's this about?" Finally I thought to ask about Naugatuck High--he said hadn't gone there. His voice was soft and weak. We both trailed off and said quiet goodbyes.

So if this was my dad, we got off to a rough start. I remain optimistic. More to come. This I can assure you of.