Friday, April 3, 2009

What It Means To Be A Penrose

I had the chance to meet a really nice couple a week ago. They had
purchased a teddy bear that came from my father's estate 10 years ago.
As I talked with them, the gentlemen made a statement about being a
Penrose. I just smiled, thinking to myself they have no idea what it means
to be a Penrose, the pain and suffering.

I do not fault people for their thinking, they see all the postives while I have had to live and remember the negatives along with the postives. Isn't that the way it is in every family.

The Penrose family roots start at a Welsh tribe in Wales, we are also related to King John of England from there we came to Philly (before it was Philly) and were shipbuilders. My ggrandfather became a senator and held many poltically offices.My grandfather was a doctor as was my Uncle Charles, Uncle Boies a senator, Uncle Richard a geoloist, my father and Uncle Spence did great things, my Uncle Francis had a nervous breakdown and was unable to do things.

I, however came at a time when things were not so good. Like my father, I was subjected to tests done on me (it was like electric shock). I witnessed my father and a police officer being murdered by another man. I was beaten almost to death, later on I heard the screams of my next door neighbor and her daughter being murdered because "they" got the wrong house. "they" were looking for me. I was given mass amounts of drugs to make my memory go away. At the age of 11 "they" came dressed as a priest and nun (its the only time "they" had a face but I learned "they" were many people). My parents were always talking about "they". So, at age 11 "they" took a large sickle to my insides (when I was 22 I had surgery, the doctor said it looked like someone had craved me up like a Christmas turkey, I cannot have children because of this).

"They" put me in a foster family and stole my inheritance, name and life but "they" could not steal my memories. "They" tried but did not succeed. So, if you think being a Penrose is easy, its
not but I have the memory of a loving, caring father and deep inside me I have the Welsh blood that only those from Wales can understand. I am proud of my roots but it has cost me a lot.


The Acolyte Tao said...

Hm, I know one side of my family came from Saxony, Germany and had a castle and owned quite a bit of land, but we don't have very much information on it. Only about a few paragraphs worth of information on that subject. Pretty interesting though to be decedents of at one time royalty.

Looking to the Stars said...

Acolyte Tao, yes family history is interesting. Too bad there isn't more info on your family. Was this part of Germany that once was Prussia? Cause Count Pourtales, a friend of my family, was from Prussia. It would be a hoot if that was your decsendent :)

Kay Dennison said...

How awful!!

The Acolyte Tao said...

Oh wow, very interesting, I'll look up the castle's name and specific area we came from and the surname for you. =P

Looking to the Stars said...

Kay, yeah it was but life always has the sunshine and the rain.

Acolyte Tao, cool. Looking forward to it.

Lydia said...

What a story you have to tell. I'm glad you began this blog to detail your amazing roots and life. You are a SURVIVOR!

Looking to the Stars said...

Lydia, thank you! I've never looked at it that way but you're right I am a survivor. Thank you, I needed that postive energy today. Thank you so much.