By Sir Rudolf Bing
Sir Rudolf Bing - who, for twenty-three years, was once common supervisor of the Metropolitan Opera condo.
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We didn’t know who the car belonged to and the guy kept going, we couldn’t see where and he didn’t hear us. He didn’t stop and I was crying, I didn’t know what to do, how to tell my mother. I knew she was going to kill me. I just couldn’t get over how stupid I was for putting my coat on the car. I went back in the house and did she get angry. “Goddammit, what’s the matter with you! For Christ’s sakes you know you got this jacket and now I gotta pay for it and now I am paying for something you don’t even have anymore!
Thanksgiving my mother would cook a dinner. There was always somebody drunk or something happening, my brothers would be fighting in the house. The cops came to my house all the time because of my brothers’ fighting. Or my mother fighting with my father. We had a kitchen table to sit around but you could never all eat together. It was a table for six people, maybe four, so you ate in shifts. My mother put up another table in the living room and mostly the kids ate in the living room. Or the adults would eat in the living room and we’d eat in the kitchen.
I was just very whimpery, I didn’t want to be there, I wanted to be with my mother, and from that day on I never learned anything and never wanted to be there. I went through Holy Name School not learning how to read or write. I went to school with ripped pants or maybe a hole in them and my mother would sew them or make a patch and kids would make fun of me. To go to Holy Name School you had to have a little bit of money, and our family didn’t have any. They skipped the tuition for us because we were one of the families that couldn’t afford it, but being that all my brothers and sisters went there, they were letting me go there too.