Charleton RI at the home of Carl A. Wallander
It was July of 1980, and my mother Shery had just divorced my stepfather Joseph Taylor. A momentous year and very stressful for the family. Joe had become a jealous possessive man even as he was involved with several women. Shery, Shana, Henry and I stayed at the home of C arl A. Wallander. He was a very nice man and we talked at length. He was a stone mason who built the 2 houses at the end of the road at East Shore Drive in Charlestown. His daughter and her husband lived next door, and they sent us stares of hate and contempt... but honestly who could blame them. We were poor carpet baggers from Woonsocket RI. And while Charlestown was not Newport, we were the poorest of the poor from a northern industrial town and the kids were afraid Pops would marry a 35 year old divorce and take their inheritance... as I said, who could blame them. But Shana, Hank and I were kids and we had little idea of what we had walked into as Carl was a very kind and friendly man. The week, as