David, was either 8 or 9 years older then I, depending on how my mother felt about answering.
I think I mentioned, until I was in my forties, she told me she was born in NY State. Then one day, when passing my Aunt Loretta’s house, she told me she was born in the house next door.
In Gardner MA… You figure it out.
She thought being born in NY, was a better story. (Martha, my sister confirmed Gardner, how she knew???)
In any case, I loved Mom, but….
Now David, is one of my first memories. I was just a little guy, we still lived in the house on Main St. (In front of the garage).
(Originally there was a house and barn, the barn had a secret passage, into a speak-easy from prohibition. All before my time and recollection).
Well, I was young, and stupid, (stupid, longer then young). We had a miniature collie we called Rags.
During thunderstorms he would run into Gardner and hide at a gas station there. We had to pick him up often.
At some point he was hit by a car, and lost a leg. David, put him in the bathtub, told me he could do Magic, and make that leg appear and disappear.
He could too…. So dumb…. Amazing… lol
But he wasn’t always mean. He taught me how to ride a bike, got me on at the house on Cote Ave, and let me go down hill. (I did learn, not quite that fast though).
He brought home a go cart, a chainsaw engine, no real brakes, and set me loose on that.
I looked up to him, he had a full beard at 18, it took me till I was 30 to cover my face… he loved cars and things mechanical.
He loved working in the garage. I think back, and miss him now. We never had much in common…
Music was my love. He liked Neil Diamond and car songs… not a perfect match. I wish I had cared enough to get to know him.
He taught me gun safety, but the targets were always too far away to hit, never mind hit a bulls eye.
I have fond memories. If anyone has stories of my family, it would be nice to hear them.