He did not have a gun. What he did have was a buggy whip and a 2 x4. My brother tasted both of them. I did not. I did live in mortal terror that I would. I could tell when he was mad or that something was bothering him because he would rub his thumb and fore finger together and talk to himself. He was a strange man. He did not seem to have any friends that I knew about. He had a few acquaintances. He also had a couple farmers he worked for on occasion. John Britain and Ed Crissman. Mostly he just hung out at the local pool hall where the "ne'er do wells" hung out. He worked there some afternoons. He did let me go in there once when nobody was there. He actually played a game of dominoes with me. Of course he won. He always won. Score was kept on a stick with a series of holes. Each time one of us made a score the stick was moved forward a number of holes. The score was always a multiple of 5, so 10 points was 2 holes and so on. I still enjoy playing dominoes, but rarely find anyone who knows how.
I always thought my dad was a very big man, but I think he was 5'10" which is not tall at all. He had a ruddy complexion and hair with a reddish tint. I inherited neither of those. My sisters and brother did, but I was a miniature of my mother. I had brown hair and hazel eyes that turned to blue or green, depending on my mood. Dad's skin was light and mine was darker. I tanned very easily and the sisters burned easily.
My father did not like pets. We never had a dog and the cat mom kept as a mouser was not allowed in the house. Mother did have a canary at one time. It had a cage that hung on an iron post that kept it off the floor. The cat did come in one time on my watch and made short work of the canary. Mother was livid. Seems the bird was the only thing that really gave her pleasure in her mundane world. She had received it from Grandma Haas. Not sure mother ever forgave me for that little fiasco. I do know she never forgot.
Dad never interacted with any of us kids but Mary. Mary looked a lot like Dad with his rather ruddy complexion and the hair that had an almost red tint, but not quite. Mary was always delicate. I do not mean sickly, because I was the sickly one. I had my tonsils removed when I was 10 or 11 and then became the healthy person I am today. Donna and Dorothy were bordering on being pudgy, but Mary was just delicate. There is no other way to put it. Josephine was the oldest and she was a half sister. Jake was the son. I was the oldest daughter born to the union. Then came Donna, Mary and Dorothy. That made me the middle child and I lived the "middle child syndrome" my whole life. Still do. I am not quite happy with anything I do so I try harder. Just can not do anything completely and revel in success. I always fall just a little bit short. You would think after this many years I would give up on that!
Don't know why I got this in my head today, but here it is. Guess I will go downstairs and do something constructive.
Randy Travis calls this "Pickin' Up Bones." Just makes me wonder if we ever really escape our childhood? There are only 2 of us left now. We live 400 miles apart and visit sporadically if at all, but it is enough to know she is there. And I am here.
I always thought my dad was a very big man, but I think he was 5'10" which is not tall at all. He had a ruddy complexion and hair with a reddish tint. I inherited neither of those. My sisters and brother did, but I was a miniature of my mother. I had brown hair and hazel eyes that turned to blue or green, depending on my mood. Dad's skin was light and mine was darker. I tanned very easily and the sisters burned easily.
My father did not like pets. We never had a dog and the cat mom kept as a mouser was not allowed in the house. Mother did have a canary at one time. It had a cage that hung on an iron post that kept it off the floor. The cat did come in one time on my watch and made short work of the canary. Mother was livid. Seems the bird was the only thing that really gave her pleasure in her mundane world. She had received it from Grandma Haas. Not sure mother ever forgave me for that little fiasco. I do know she never forgot.
Dad never interacted with any of us kids but Mary. Mary looked a lot like Dad with his rather ruddy complexion and the hair that had an almost red tint, but not quite. Mary was always delicate. I do not mean sickly, because I was the sickly one. I had my tonsils removed when I was 10 or 11 and then became the healthy person I am today. Donna and Dorothy were bordering on being pudgy, but Mary was just delicate. There is no other way to put it. Josephine was the oldest and she was a half sister. Jake was the son. I was the oldest daughter born to the union. Then came Donna, Mary and Dorothy. That made me the middle child and I lived the "middle child syndrome" my whole life. Still do. I am not quite happy with anything I do so I try harder. Just can not do anything completely and revel in success. I always fall just a little bit short. You would think after this many years I would give up on that!
Don't know why I got this in my head today, but here it is. Guess I will go downstairs and do something constructive.
Randy Travis calls this "Pickin' Up Bones." Just makes me wonder if we ever really escape our childhood? There are only 2 of us left now. We live 400 miles apart and visit sporadically if at all, but it is enough to know she is there. And I am here.
