As I think back to my early childhood I remember all the fun I had with my younger brothers. You see my oldest brother was always working to help feed the family. We rarely saw him. And when we did we had to go down in the basement and visit him while he stoked up the furnace and empty the clinkers. I remember how I use to climb in the coal bin after it was just filled. It was so cool to climb in there way in the back and then slide down the mountain of coal. And when I can out mom would always have me go over to Tubby's house and do my Al Josten imitation. He would pat my head and say good one YOYO. I remember how Uncle Tom use to stop at our house everyday delivering the mail. And I thought. I want to be a mailman. Not just a letter carrier but someone that works behind the scene and gets the mail sorted. That is where all the glory is.
I remember playing army men with Jim, Jay and Jeff. Set them up just to knock them down. We still talk about it to this day. I think Grandma Bozie bought most of the oversized army men. Hell I think she bought me about everything I had, that I didn't steal. Not true not true. I only stool 2 things in my life. I golf ball from the putt-putt on 24th and Spring. I was so excited about it. Well as soon as mom saw it she told me to take it back, which I did. I just kind of hung around a little bit and when no one was watching I put the ball back with the others.
The other thing I stole was a bottle of coke off a coke truck parked at 20th and Oak. I was also told to take it back. But when I got there the truck was going. So I drank it.
I do remember the countless times I ran away from home. Big deal one kid out of 8 runs away it will be weeks before they miss me. I would always run away to grandma house. It was a straight shot back then. Right out the front door down Spring 13 blocks and take a right. She would always give me money to go to Caldwells and get some new comic books. Oh Jughead how I miss your antics.
Grandma had some trashy neighbors to the south. The only kid I remember was named Wilbur. Poor bastard. I bet he is doing life somewhere. I love coming from a big, poor family. I think we all had a lot of fun and we must have learned something from our lazy parents. We all work and are mildly successful. All of us except for..............Jill. Where in the hell has she been. The B.I.A has found out that she is still alive and living on food stamps. Seriously though I remember all the times we went to the cemetery to visit her grave. We would bring fresh flowers for her. Remember the smell of all those dead flowers that where there? They had that big barrel to throw away the old ones. Man it reeked. We would always have a bucket to pump some water to wash off her tombstone. Good Times, Good Times.
All those times we played hide and seek in the house and would always find Jay behind the couch asleep. Once in a while we would find him sleeping in the closet.
Well this has been fun ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
maybe I will do it again sometime.
So here's to the memories from leave trails in the backyard to lawn chairs thrown to lawn chairs broken. I am so excited to see what memories lie ahead.
WELL....................BYE
13 years ago
5 comments:
SO reflective today dear. I am glad your childhood seemed so happy, and hopefully our kids can look back and find some fun in thiers too. They didn't have coal to slide in, but they loved to pile pillows and blankets on the steps and jump off over and over. And you taught them all about leaf trails too. Not to mention giving them the opportunity to learn to appreciate going to the cemetary as a family, to reflect themselves on where they came from. You are a good Dad and a Great Husband.
And a crummy little brother. (I'm tired of always being nice on these blogs.)
I always enjoy hearing you guys talk about your childhood. It's obvious that not having money didn't bother you guys in the least. You always had fun together. It's such a shame you don't see kids out playing in the neighborhoods anymore. That was some of my fondest childhood memories too, playing kickball out in the circle with the Thompson's,Gibleon's and all the other kids that ran around the neighborhood.
As you can see sweetie...being nice gets you NO extra comments, so time for a new post....something fun and snappy. NO pressure, but you are suppose to be the funniest Blogger. (you thought I was going to say Bozarth, didn't you? HA)
Yeah, my fondest childhood memory is when dad beat Cody for playing in the quote DAMN BOX unquote. Cody never was the smart one and why he hid in the box is beyond me, but that's my most favorite story to tell, next to cracking my head open on the trampoline. Or the time that I jumped the shark. No, that was the Fonz. Aehhhh!!
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