The Life of Corey SalyerEssay Preview: The Life of Corey SalyerReport this essayThe Life of Corey L. SalyerWhen my mother first laid her eyes upon me, she began thinking about how she could deal with three boys. My brothers, later to be named Ty-Ty and Bam-Bam, were staying with my Grandma and Grandpa and could not wait to see me. Tyler, who was then five years of age and could not remember what it was like having a new born brother around, thought of me as a new toy he could play with and share his love of “McGuiver” tricks and booby traps. He was then disappointed when he found out that newborn babies stink and sleep for almost the entirety of the day. “Tweedle-dum” on the other hand did not know what to think of me being only two years old. However, he was happy that he was no longer on the bottom of the pecking order now that he had a younger brother he could beat up. So there it was, Jeff, Angela, Tyler, Brandon, Corey and Skeeter the dog. The Salyer family was complete. The last, but most important, piece of the puzzle was finally set in place.
I was brought home two days after the birth and things seemed to be going great. However, the puzzle was finally broken apart when Skeeter was brutally squashed when the neighbors pet, an overweight bulldog, jumped on him and killed him. I was only in my first two weeks of life but it was a devastating blow to the family, as the beloved Pompoo went away to doggy heaven. I could care less though as long as I was sitting in my swing with my thumb in my mouth and my momma beside me. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum always interrupted my good thumb suckings because they always wanted to kiss me. As soon as I would get comfortable in my swing, my mom would have to go and clean or answer the phone or something, and then chubs and Tyler would be right in my face. I would scream for my mom because I knew that she would be able to pry those two off me.
We lived on 96 Darlene Drive out near the Trout Club in a small split-level home with no air conditioning, shag carpeting and a big backyard, according to Papa Salyer it was, “perfect for young boys to grow up in.” My dad wore big ole glasses, white tennis shoes, out of style clothing and was balding, much like he appears now. My mother on the hand was a wonderful stay at home mom who was willing to do anything she had to stay with her boys, even if it meant quitting her job. She took care of us and managed to take care of the house as well, the only problem was that she wasnt that good of a cook at the time, but that soon changed as you can tell by my belly. That was my family, we might have been weird but we were weird together.
Most people around me discovered that I really enjoyed talking and laughing, much as I do now. I would laugh aloud and ramble on about gibberish that only I understood. I was a smart kid from an early age as well. I was able to pick up objects, kick vigorously, try to turn over, and raise my head all by myself between my third and fourth months (it was also noted, that I did not spit up as much as my two older siblings did in our infant stage). As I approached my very first birthday, it seemed like no one else cared about the major achievement except for me. My family that had had much love for me decided to plan the family vacation around my date of birth. The only problem about that was they left the most intricate part of the family, me, with my Grandparents. During that week, I showed them what they missed out on by taking my first little run. I knew I could have done it before but I always had Brandon or Tyler around to knock me down with a ball or sword or a weapon of some sorts. When they got back from vacation, I was right there to show them what they missed. I began taking my first few prideful strides but was shortly interrupted when a ball ricocheted off the wall and knocked me flat on my diaper-padded bottom.
Everything was back to normal and seemed to be going wonderful as long as I was in my bouncy chair and my brothers were out of my vision. I had a loving family, Aunts and Uncles that lived close, a newly acquired cousin thanks to my Aunt Pam, and Grandparents that lived close to me and visited me quite often. However, that all changed. On the night of December 5, 1988, my Grandfather Pastor Billy Reid Allen died. Though I never knew him because of my infant mind; I am told that he was a great man. He grew up on the Ohio River and loved to go fishing, hunting or anything that had to do with the great outdoors. I am still greeted by people that always tell me how wonderful of a man he was or have some sort of story to tell about him. I wish now that I could just spend one day with him, he always called my brothers and I little girls but he loved us, whether we were little sissies or not.
As we were trying to deal with the loss of a beloved family member, God still had more big news in store for the Salyer family. My father worked for Kaiser Aluminum and would regularly leave to visit other plants around the nation to see how they could preform their tasks more efficiently. So, it did not seem as a surprise when my dad left for the small town of Jackson, TN in the spring of 1990. He left the weekend before Tyler and Brandons spring break, so my mom planned for the whole family to take a little trip down the see my father. When we meet my dad at the hotel, he is eager to tell us some big news. He told us that the Jackson, TN branch of Kaiser, Tennalum, offered him a full-time position. Once again, my family was stunned. Realizing that this was an opportunity to good to pass up, we decided to go. Our friends back in Ohio were flabbergasted at the news. My parents were sad to go but knew that it was best that we did. So, we piled into our grey GMC Astro Conversion Van and left for the land of Dixie. Why a bunch of Yankees would move to the heart of the Confederacy no one knew. We found a nice piece of land to build our house on, and the process began.
We waited in a small apartment until our house was built. The apartment complex was nice; we had a two-story apartment that fit our family snug. We had very hospitable neighbors the Wilsons, they were as Brandon puts it, “the first black family we knew.” Brandon and I seemed to get along with their son Sydney quite well. We would ride our bikes together in the parking lot of the apartment complex. We only stayed in the apartment until the middle of August because our house was finally finished. 44 Wedgewood Cove in Jackson, Tennessee was our new place of residence. It was a pleasant two-story house that was surrounded by fields, trees and worst of all snakes. My mom was incredibly fearful of snakes and was scared for her three boys to go outside because of she thought that we would be bitten. However, she knew that it was impossible for three boys to grow up indoors their whole life, so we soon ventured outside. That
I was always frightened to go outside to do anything, but the snakes were so small that my mom wouldn’t dare go outside at all. The house in Jackson was great and was one of the first places we stayed in, until the snake became a problem for us. They would not come outside unless we had good food, food that we could eat, and they would take it into their homes (and our basement!). As long as we were able to feed us and protect our home, they could stay. During our stay at Wilsons, my uncle and I visited two other locations, each of which had lots of other people. In one of those locations, I met my mother there and she was very helpful with our relationship. Both times she was the only person to speak to us; she was very smart. I think that once I moved into the house, it was no longer because she had the problem she had. My mother and a few other friends who could speak English, started to speak more to me before my time on the land and began to bring people to me, but when I saw your mother at my house, I knew she was in trouble with the authorities. I was worried about the house, and my mother made sure there was no other way to keep tabs on her. While we were living in Jackson, my Uncle and my sister went to the house and asked why I was there. She said to me “It could be you. It could be that big daddy you are.” Later on when I was in Tennessee, I made a complaint about her over the fact that I had to be outside, and she said “You’re the one you want to see and hear from.” Of course, I was at home to stay the night before my father and my sister were sent to Tennessee. It wasn’t until about a week after we moved out in Missouri that we discovered it was my parents’ fault. When I asked where my mother and I were staying and what we were doing, our mother told us to go. She said it seemed like there are a lot of different animals that will visit the house if you leave them alone.” There were snakes in the house the night before we left. The next night we went to the house because I got a knock at the door. The house that used to be your home had been torn down. There were several houses that were destroyed throughout the day by fires. For the last couple of days, I always had a feeling that my mom and I and our sisters were in trouble. But she was right, some house owners were not afraid to set fires. One time I walked to the door of my home trying to get into the bathroom and found out that my mother lived there. But she would not let her go if she were not sure whether you were at home or outside. Fortunately for me and my sister, you can’t have one alone. I’ve been called upon many times before to let some people inside. Not only can you not let anything get in the way of an important family meeting, but even people who don’t know you, your mother or sister go outside when you are in danger of hurting any other house occupant or any other one of your family. But I have found that the only time I am physically in danger is when you come outside. I know you may not want to leave your mother’s back porch in case you encounter such situations. Luckily, I had my own family member to call and talk to as her daughter was in our home. I knew that it is better to call them later so that you can get the word out to those who have been in trouble the whole