Maria Scott Herndon: Fabric Of Being

In, 1982 when my after died, some of my relatives went through my father's ranch in Washington state. There in a study was a roll top desk In that desk was a middle drawer that was locked. After some effort, they they managed to open the drawer. But wait…let's take a look back. * Walter Scott Herndon, I had assumed, was the anti-social type. Even though he left when I was a year old, I didn't start thinking much about him until I was about nine. When I was fourteen, I somehow found my father's address. So I hid myself away and wrote a letter introducing myself and tried to impress him by telling him about my big decision to become a psychologist when I grew up. It seems so funny and sad now. I had always heard about my father's “creative genius”. My mother told me that men like him could not be good father's because the art would always come first. This was my mother's theory, and it made sense to me. It kept away any anger because he obviously had a ...

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