"The Truth About Farvy", Part Six of "In Touch With His Soul, An Interview with Walden Welch as conducted by Gina Cerminara", is  personally dedicated to Marilyn...

Please consider this a Valentine gift to a very special person in my life. Her name is Marilyn. The following segment of my biography covers the circumstances regarding my discovery of the importance Marilyn (aka Farvy) would play in my life. I apologize for presenting it to her 'second hand' as told to Gina, for it is the story of an incident I should have personally told her of myself many, many years ago, but I was then too shy. With my apologies for having waited so long I present it to you now.

     Love,

     Walden

Part Six

The Truth About Farvy

Dr: "Is this why you stated that you thought perhaps you were suffering an emotional, or nervous breakdown during that period of your life?"

WW: "Yes, it is. What else could it be? In that I am very strong minded, it frightens me to now realize I was more than likely having a breakdown."

Dr: "How old were you then?"

WW: "I would have been in the latter part of age ten when I went to live with my relatives. While living with them I turned eleven. I'm not certain how long I lived with my aunt and uncle and their four children. It was several months, less than a year. I'm not sure. I really cannot recall. I know I started the seventh grade while living with them. Naturally, I had to leave my regular school and register in a new one because my aunt's home was located in the very far west side of Stockton. We had been living in the far east side of town. I know that my new school was named 'Victory', but I cannot remember what the school looked like. I cannot remember one teacher or student there. I have no memory of that school whatsoever, other than the fact that I know I attended it. It is as if I was never there."

Dr: "My dear man, considering the total summation of all the traumatic circumstances you were subjected to throughout the first eleven years of your lifetime, how could it be a wonder that you may have suffered a breakdown? The horrendous experience of watching your dog being mutilated before your very eyes - that alone would have been enough!"

WW: "Yes. I suppose so. But, as I searched my memory to try to piece that year of my life together, I realize there was more to it than that. Several other factors occurred during that time period. Certainly the killing of Brutus was one of the catalysts, and the separation from Mom and the worry about who would care for her. I know my concern for her well-being was utmost in my mind. However, there were other occurrences which happened at my relative's home which I now believe may have triggered my loss of memory, or breakdown."

Dr: "Share please?"

WW: "Shortly after my arrival, my Aunt Lorraine said she needed to have a serious talk with me. She went on to say that my mother had asked her and my Uncle Bill, that should anything happen to her, should she die, would they adopt and raise me? There was nothing I could say. What could I say? I just stood there stunned. In that I was always so shy and polite, I'm sure I said Yes, but in truth I was more than panicked. I had never accepted the fact that Mom could die now that she had survived her surgery. There was no one else I would have ever chosen to live with except her under any conditions. Had something happened to her, I know my preference would have been to live with my grandparents and Marilyn. I wasn't even sure why Mom had sent me to live with Lorraine and Bill instead of them. Maybe because they lived in the same town and I would be closer to home? I don't know why she made this decision to this day. Lorraine always spoke to me as if I were an adult. I don't think she realized how emotionally vulnerable I was. You see, I never showed anyone except Mom and Joanie what I was really feeling inside. I always behaved so responsibly on the outside. Lorraine also told me that she was fearful Mom might attempt suicide. She said Mom had told her she couldn't think of any other way out of her circumstances. Lorraine said she thought it would be best that we went to a lawyer together and have adoption papers drawn up while Mom was alive· just in case."

Dr: "And, did you? Did you see a lawyer?"

WW: "I don't know. I truly don't remember."

DR: "It is easy to see how frightened and panicked you must have been, considering the possibility your mother might commit suicide. That would have been the ultimate desertion."

WW: "Please understand that Lorraine in no way meant to frighten me. This was just an unpleasant fact she had to deal with and she wanted me to approve the proposition myself. In truth, she was very wonderful to me."

Dr: "But this proposition, you feel, may have been one of the reasons you blocked the remembrances of this period of your life?"

WW: "Yes, partly. Plus, of course, the killing of Brutus and having to leave home for a reason I was not aware of. Do remember I was very young. I really had no idea why I had been sent away. I think I was too young to rationalize the reason Mom had made this decision."

Dr: "What was your life like, living with your relatives?"

WW: "From what I recall of it, it was a lot better than living with Guy. I certainly did not receive any physical abuse nor was I ever screamed at or in anyway punished. Lorraine more than appreciated all the help that I gave her. I did the dishes, washed clothes, ironed for her, made beds, vacuumed, mopped, mowed the lawn·you name it. I did everything possible to help her and earn my keep. There were seven of us in the household. I took almost full time care of my four cousins. I babysat them whenever Lorraine and Bill wanted to get away. I really loved those kids! Greg was 7, Debbie 6, Doug 5 and Denise, my favorite of all, was 3. She and I adored one another. She loved to sit in my lap and tell me how much she loved me. I will never forget how beautiful and sweet she was. She kind of filled the place in my heart that was hollow from being separated from Joanie."

Dr:  "Other than a lot of hard work it sounds as if perhaps you were put into a good environment?"

WW: "Not really. Bill and Lorraine fought a lot. They had frequent arguments and screaming fights. It didn't matter if we kids were in sight or not. Late one night when my cousins and I were in bed I heard Bill hollering at Lorraine, 'That kid is NOT my responsibility! I have my own four kids to feed! Why the hell did you let your sister dump him on us? That's her goddamned problem not ours! I have enough mouths to feed without him! He's going to have to live somewhere else!' I don't think his resentment was really about me. He had enough responsibility of his own. I think he and Lorraine cut off more than they bargained for by choosing to have four children. There was never enough money, never enough free time. They were bombarded with responsibility and it created havoc in their marriage. This is not unusual."

Dr: "Didn't Bill appreciate your help?

WW: I don't really think so. I don't think he realized the horrendous work it takes to raise four kids. He was away at work eight hours a day. He was removed from the daily up-keep. As far as I was concerned, I think he thought I was a 'Sissy'. To him 'boys' didn't do housework. That was for women. Bill was just the type of man who classified work as 'women's work' and 'men's work'. I had taken care of mom since I was five years old. I had to learn how to do housework. Someone had to do it. I never thought of that as effeminate. It's all that I knew besides running the farm. In that Bill and Lorraine only had a home and not a farm·what else could I do? I don't think Bill ever tried to like me. I don't remember ever being alone with him or of having a conversation with him. I always tried to keep out of his way. Something about him scared me. I think it was his insensitivity. He always looked at me suspiciously, as if something were wrong with me. He never hit me or punished me in anyway. I was afraid of his snideness and his sarcasm. I've never liked people who think it is clever and humorous to be intentionally sarcastic. I find that cruel. Bill had that cruelty. For instance, one evening we were having macaroni and cheese for dinner. I was sitting at the table eating my dinner when all of a sudden Bill got up from his seat and went into the kitchen. He came back into the dining room carrying a large soup ladle and dropped it on my plate saying, 'Here, use this to eat with, Pig. When you're done, leave us whatever you don't want.' I was hurt and humiliated beyond words. I didn't cry, but I wanted to. He enjoyed doing hurtful things like that. From that incident on I ate only very small portions of food for dinner. I would have my main meal for breakfast when he wasn't around. He would also say things like, 'That kid is going to turn out to be a queer.' He would say things like this from another room knowing full well I could hear him. He was a very angry and insensitive man. He had penetrating eyes. I could always tell when he was about to say something malicious by the way they darkened. He would almost smile at those times. I have no doubt that he had a sadistic side to his nature.  There was a definite meanness that came from within. I never liked him or felt in anyway comfortable around him. Lorraine, on the other hand, couldn't have appreciated me more. I also know she genuinely liked me. Saddest of all was the fact that, in truth, Lorraine in her own way was almost as helpless and incapable of working as was Mom."

Dr: "Was she ill too?"

WW: "Today I think that we would say she was suffering from chronic fatigue. Bill just considered her to be lazy. That's what most of their fights were about. I think she just couldn't cope with all the responsibility. She would get up in the mornings looking totally exhausted, drink black coffee and smoke cigarette after cigarette for a couple of hours before she would even want to talk. I think I could have stuck her with a pin and she would have said 'Ouch' two days later! I felt terribly sorry for her. I would feed the kids and get them off to school myself to give her a break. I'd do anything she needed done. It was an excellent experience for me in that I learned to understand and appreciate what women had to go through and what little appreciation they got for their efforts. I would say to myself, 'Thank God I wasn't born a girl.' I learned how unappreciated a housewife's life was. I'd say to myself, 'We just did the dishes and now we're doing them again. Why bother to vacuum? The floors are going to be a mess again as soon as the kids get home. I just ironed the kid's clothes and now their dirty and back in the clothes hamper to be washed again.' The constant repetitions were agonizing. Don't think for a minute that I liked doing housework. I loathed it. It was just something that had to be done and I was the one to do it.

"Lorraine and my mother had a very strange emotional connection. Whenever Mom would become ill, so would Lorraine. Even though Mom was born the middle child of eight and Lorraine was the youngest child, they emotionally bonded as if they were twins. As I said, whenever Mom would become ill, so would Lorraine. It was sort of a phantom connection and I was told that their unusual psychological connection was even written about in medical books. The only real difference is that Lorraine did not really have a heart condition or rheumatic fever as Mom did. Nonetheless, she suffered the fatigue. She would walk around the house like a zombie. She was always tired. Sometimes just combing her hair was too much of a chore. Her hair always seemed to be uncombed unless she went out somewhere. She could not totally function before about 1:00 P.M. After that she would become the funniest and most talkative person one could ever know. Her constant chatter was exhausting, but she was so kind and loving people adored her and overlooked her hyperactivity. It was only in the mornings that she was cranky and sharp. However, she never was to me. I became her best friend. I think she knew I understood what she was going through."

Dr: "It sounds as if she may have been suffering from Chronic Depression or some condition such as that?"

WW: "Perhaps, and very likely. There wasn't much known about such conditions back then. Let's just assume that raising four kids was physically and financially more than she and Bill could endure. Like so many people they did not plan their lives properly and were paying the consequences. Bill's reaction to everything was anger and bad temper. Hers was 'exhaustion'."  

Lorraine and Bill

Dr: "During the period of your stay with your relatives, how often did you get to visit your mother?"

WW: "I truly don't remember. I'm certain I must have visited one day a week and likely on Saturdays or Sundays, but I do not remember having seen her at all during that time."

Dr: "You must have spoken to her often by phone?"

WW: "I'm sure I did, but I do not remember. I remember so very little during that time period."

Dr: "And you say you do not remember going to school?"

WW: "Not one day of it! I know I was in the seventh grade, but I do not remember being in a classroom whatsoever. For some strange reason, that happening is completely erased from memory."

Dr: "What else do you recall?"

WW: "Mostly going to the movies. I can remember every movie I saw in detail. Isn't that strange? I can't remember going to school or seeing Mom amongst the many lost other things, and yet I can recall all the movies I saw. I must have been given an allowance because I think I went to the movies once every weekend. I became enamored with the movie actress Susan Hayward. I would live to see just any film that she was in. The first movie I saw of hers was  'With A Song In My Heart'. I fell in love with her that day. I found her so mesmerizing that I sat through that movie three times in a row. The police actually came into the theatre to find me! (Laugh) Lorraine was afraid that I had gotten lost on the way home. Movies were my escape. They were healing for me. More than anything I wanted to be an actor when I grew up. I wanted the kind of love and adoration they receive. Isn't that true of so many lonely people?

"One afternoon in early December of 1954 I was at The Fox Theatre watching a film with Shirley MacLaine called 'Artists And Models'. Stockton was having severe rainstorms that month. Suddenly the film stopped during the middle of a scene and a man walked out on stage and announced that a dam, a water reservoir, had busted and that the southeast section of Stockton had flooded and people were being evacuated. Knowing that that was the section of town I lived in, I ran into the lobby to call Mom to see if she was all right. I used a pay phone in the theatre lobby, but could not get through as the phone lines were all down so I ran out onto the street frantically looking for a policeman. I finally found two of them and told them, 'My mother is an invalid and can't walk. I'm afraid she might drown. Please take me to the house to see if she's all right.' I recall being in a rowboat with the two policemen. Everything seemed so surreal. All the houses in our neighborhood were halfway under water. They rowed me to our house and forced the front door open. The water level had reached to the top of the mattress of mom's hospital bed and the Christmas tree was floating in the living room. It was an eerie and frightening sight I will never forget. Fortunately, Sue and Ken had rescued Mom. She and Guy and Bucky lived with my Aunt Marion until the waters receded and repairs to the house could begin."

Dr: "Did your Aunt Lorraine's neighborhood flood as well?"

WW: "No. They lived on the far northwest side of town as my Aunt Marion did. I don't know why I'm going on with all this unimportant nonsense? There is nothing of importance being said here. I apologize for rambling. I'll skip to the most important segment of this period of time. It's about Marilyn."

Dr: "The little girl who lived with your Grandparents?

WW: "Yes, Marilyn Cardoza. Actually the family called Marilyn by her nickname, 'Farvy', during her childhood. She started insisting we call her by her real name during her teenage years. She hated the name Farvy. Obviously because of what it meant."

Dr. "It certainly is an unusual name. What does it mean?"

WW: "I shouldn't have brought that up! All right·you asked! It means 'Little Fart'! It's a Portuguese slang word taken from the fava bean, I think, which for whatever cultural reasons Portuguese people seem to favor."

Dr: (Laugh) "All right·I asked!"

WW: "Naturally it was meant affectionately, but nonetheless a child can be humiliated and teased by such a name. But the important part about my life during this period was about Farvy·or rather Marilyn.

"One afternoon prior to Christmas, Lorraine took me Christmas shopping with her. I believe this was after the flood. Red was Mom's favorite color so Lorraine helped me pick out a beautiful pair of lounging pajamas in that color as my gift to Mom. Since she was bedridden, of course there wasn't much else one could buy her. I also had enough spending money to buy Joanie a silver bracelet with a Palomino horse charm, which I knew she would love. I was thrilled with myself for having the luck to find two such perfect gifts. I counted out my money and handed Lorraine what I owed for her to pay for them. She looked at me rather puzzled and said, 'But you're not done shopping yet.' 'Yes, I am. Besides I don't have much money left,' I replied. 'Then I will give you some extra spending money. You have to buy something for Marilyn.' 'But why?' I asked. 'Mom always puts my name on the gifts she buys for Marilyn and everyone else. I don't have enough money to buy a gift for anyone except for Mom and Joanie.' Lorraine seemed quite perturbed with me then again said, 'I told you I would give you some extra money. Now let's find something to buy for Marilyn! I was very confused as to why she was so insistent that I buy Marilyn a gift?"

Dr: "As I recall, you weren't certain whether Marilyn was your cousin or your aunt?

WW: "Yes, I wasn't certain about where she fit in."

Dr: "Did Lorraine explain which role Marilyn held?"

WW: "Yes, she did."

Dr: "Was Marilyn your aunt or your cousin?"

WW: "Neither."

Dr: "I don't understand. Who then?"

WW: "I didn't understand either until that day. Lorraine was looking through an assortment of girl's nightgowns and held one up for me to see. 'I think she would like this one,' she said. I answered, 'But Lorraine, really I never buy anything for Marilyn. She never buys me anything either. Mom will get her something so why should I do it?' She really seemed to be getting angry with me and snapped, 'Because she is your sister! That's why! Don't you think a brother should at least buy his sister a gift?"

Dr: "Your sister? Marilyn was your sister? I'm stunned. I didn't expect that!"

WW: "Nor did I. Believe me, nor did I! Gina, you look as shocked as I was." (Laugh)

Dr: "I think I am. I truly did not expect that."

WW: "Think of how I felt. I was in total shock! I really made an ass of myself."

Dr: "In what way?"

WW: "I'm almost embarrassed to tell it. I just stood there in the department store and started trembling. I was absolutely unprepared for the answer my aunt gave me. I remember how embarrassed I was because I could not stop my body from trembling. I lost total control of my nervous and muscular coordination. I just shook. I recall people watching me. They had astonished expressions on their faces. I did not cry. I would never have done that in public. Maybe it would have been better if I had not tried to control myself from crying? I was so ashamed because of the way people were looking at me. It also scared me to lose control of my body that way."

Dr: "What did your aunt do?"

WW: "She just stood there stunned! She had an amazed and questioning look on her face. I think she was as shocked by my reaction as I was .I don't think she knew what to do. I remember that she said, 'For God's sake·didn't you know? Didn't Julia ever tell you? Didn't she tell you that Marilyn is your sister?' Then she kept shaking me, trying to get me to speak, or stop shaking, or whatever? 'Why the hell didn't she tell you that? Damn her, she should have told you!' She looked very scared and nervous. I recall her hurriedly paying the saleslady for the gifts. The saleslady kept asking her what was wrong with me? Lorraine covered up my condition by telling her I was hyperglycemic, or something, and she had to get me home. Of course that was not true. Then she rushed me out to her car. She kept shaking me and asking me if I was all right."

Dr: " Did you ever say anything? Do you remember talking to her?"

WW: "I just kept repeating over and over, 'Lorraine, that's not true! You know that's not true! Please tell me you made that up? Mama couldn't give a baby away! You know that's a lie! Tell me the truth. Marilyn is NOT my sister!' I was so frightened. I did not in anyway want to believe that what she told me was true. I did not want to know this fact. It changed everything I knew about my life and all that I believed about Mom. Suddenly Mom was a different person. I couldn't imagine a side to her that could give a baby away. I didn't want to hear this. I recall I wanted to run somewhere and hide. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but I could not get my body to move so we just sat there side by side in the car. I remember Lorraine hugging me tightly to her, trying to get me to stop shaking. I know she was terribly nervous. She just didn't know what else to do to help me. I also remember that the saleslady came to our car and tapped on the window. She asked Lorraine if I was all right or should she call an ambulance? Lorraine said, 'No. He will be fine in a minute.' The saleslady handed her a bottle of orange soda and told her to have me drink some to get my blood sugar up. Remember? Lorraine had told her I had hyperglycemia. She put the bottle of soda to my mouth and told me to sip some, so I did. Strangely enough it did seem to help because I recall I finally stopped shaking. Then Lorraine drove us home. Bill and the kids were in the living room watching TV. I must have looked sick because he asked Lorraine, 'What's the matter with Wally?' She said it was nothing serious. 'I want to have a talk with you in our bedroom. Alone.' She took me inside and that's when she told me the truth about Marilyn. No, I should not have said 'truth'. Perhaps somewhere amongst her explanation there may have been some truth. Her stories became so contradictory and confusing that it would take me many, many years to search for the answer to what was really the truth about Marilyn. I accidentally stumbled onto what I believe to be the truth at my mother's funeral in 1972. It came to me by way of a necklace. It was an elaborate gold Crucifix that my mother had owned for as long as I could remember. I asked the funeral director to have it placed around her throat in her coffin. It was that day which led me to further seek and find the truth regarding my sister. However, I will not divulge that now for that discovery was far into the future. I now look back and wonder if even Lorraine really knew the truth. I think she thought she did, but now I am not so certain. She began by giving me information that I think she thought to be true.  Knowing that I could not cope with what she told me, I believe she then exaggerated what was her understanding of the truth and shaded it into a more palatable fiction hoping that I could accept that. I think this was the case. I did not want to see my mother portrayed as a heartless woman who could give up a child and, therefore, I believe now that Lorraine tried to sugar coat her belief as to what she thought was the real truth by creating a story that would make me sympathize with my mother."

Dr: "I understand what you are saying, however I would like to hear what she told you?"

WW: "There were several contradictions in her story. It's hard to put it all together, but I will try. I was so young and shocked by the situation it was all so confusing to me·so mixed up! But I do fully recall what I was told.

"She began by saying: 'Julie was in a beauty contest at the San Joaquin County Fair when she was a young girl. One of the judges of that contest raped her that evening after she won the beauty contest. Now, none of us girls knew anything whatsoever about sex. The word "sex" was never mentioned in our parents' house. You know what strict Catholics your Grandparents are! None of us had any idea how children were born or where they came from. Those things were not talked about in those days. I didn't know anything whatsoever about sex until I married Bill.  He had to teach me about it. I was in a state of shock on our honeymoon! Your mother had no idea what had happened to her until she started to show that she was pregnant. She didn't know where babies came from anymore than I did. At first she just though she was gaining weight. It was Grandma that first noticed what was happening to her body. It was then that she forced Julia into a confession as to what had happened to her. When Grandpa was told he became so outraged he threatened to kill the man who did this to Julia, but your mother refused to give his name in order to protect him.  No one but Julie and Grandma know who Marilyn's father is. And you know how secretive Grandma is! She will never tell a soul, not even Grandpa. So that's all I know. That's all I can tell you.'

"I asked Lorraine why mom didn't keep Marilyn and raise her herself? She replied, 'It was only a couple of years after Marilyn's birth that she met your father. Bud refused to raise another man's child! He was very jealous of any man in Julia's past. As far as he was concerned he was the ONLY man in Julie's life. So, Julie left Marilyn to be raised by her parent's when she married Bud.'

"This was the part of the story that hurt me the greatest. I could not accept the fact my mother could have chosen a man above her child. I could not allow myself to see a side of my mother that could be so selfishly heartless and cruel. I now believe that this is where some of the truth about Marilyn became distorted. I think that Lorraine, knowing that I could not handle Mom's giving up Marilyn intentionally, exaggerated what she thought to be the truth by saying, 'Julie didn't want to give Marilyn up. She didn't want that at all. But you see, after the rape she became very, very ill and was in the hospital for over one year. When Julie finally got out of the hospital Marilyn was one year old and refused to go home with her. By that age she thought Grandma and Grandpa were her real parents. She had been with Grandma and Grandpa since the day she was born. Grandma was the woman who delivered her at their home in Tracy. She was the midwife. No body in town even knew Julie had a child. Illegitimate births were hidden in those days. It broke Julia's heart, but Marilyn refused to leave her grandparents. Your mother begged Marilyn time and time again to come and live with, her but Marilyn refused. There was nothing Julia could do.'

"So, that is what I was told."

Dr: "Other than questioning your aunt about why Julia gave Marilyn up, did you question her about the rape, or who the father might be?"

WW: "No. I was too afraid to know and too young to fully understand it. I wanted to believe the sympathetic version of her story. I was terrified to believe that Mom could have willingly given Marilyn away. I was in such a state of shock regarding the whole experience that it wasn't until several days later that I could even think to further question Lorraine. When I did, she simply stuck to what she had originally told me. I did ask her why I was sent to live with her? I did get the courage to do that. I think this indicates I had my doubts as to Mom's innocence."

Dr: "Were you afraid that you too had been given away?"

WW: "Yes. Yes, I was. Why had Mom asked for Lorraine and Bill to adopt me? Was it only if something happened to her? Was it only if she died? Or was it because she no longer wanted me? Why was I sent away from home? What had I done to be sent to live here?  These questions haunted me. And now, knowing that perhaps Mom had given Marilyn away, I had to face the possibility that this could also happen to me. Who was this woman who I had loved since before I was born? I had taken care of her since I was five years old. I adored her more than anyone else in my world. I hid all the 'bad things' I had been subjected to from her; the physical abuses Guy put me through, the sexual ones from Les. I was her protector. Hadn't I more than earned her love? On that day Lorraine had presented a portrait of a woman I had never imagined could be. She inadvertently presented the possibility that my mother had a side to her nature that was far worse than anything I could have imagined. I found the courage to ask my aunt if, indeed, I had been given away? Lorraine assured me that this was not true, but I do not think I believed her.  

"My life took its most dramatic turn that day. Nothing would for me, or could for me, ever be the same again. Later that night, after everyone was asleep, I crept into the living room to look through Lorraine's family photo album. She had several photographs of Marilyn, Mom and myself amongst all the others. I carefully studied our three faces to see if I could find any family resemblance."

Dr: "And? Did you?"

WW: (Laugh) "Oh yes! Our dark brown eyes, black hair, olive skin and Mom's and Marilyn's identically small and perfectly formed noses. It was obvious that at least one part of my Aunt Lorraine's story was true: Marilyn was my sister.

"I thought about the previous summer when I had lived with Marilyn and my grandparents and cousins and of how I pretended my cousin Karen was the sister I had always wished to have. Now I realized I had given my affection to the wrong little girl. I thought about how we had teased Marilyn for being chubby and stubborn, how we had tormented her by calling her 'Farvy' and how we thought that, though only four years our senior, she was too old to be of any fun and, therefore, deemed her our enemy. And then I recalled my memories of Marilyn sharing her candy with me, holding my hand when I would cross the street and of kissing me 'goodnight' at bedtime. I realized now that she was trying to love me, make me like her, and to be my friend. She had been behaving towards me as if she were my sister·but I had been too ignorant, or innocent, to see.

"I silently cried myself to sleep that night, and for several nights thereafter."

End of Part Six

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