In Hamiltucky, We Played Pitch – Memories of Playing Cards

I'll Bid Two!

I’ll Bid Two!

There’s a card game we play in good ‘ol Hamiltucky called Pitch.  If you know the game of Euchre, it’s very similar.  An easy game to learn, and one played with a partner or without, it’s a game of bidding on how many points can be captured in the hand and the establishment of which suit will be the trump suit that hand.  As I’m writing the opening to this story, I’m on a week’s golfing vacation in Phoenix at our vacation home, (someday to be the retirement home).  The vacation is being spent with my sister-in-law Traci and her husband Rick.  Like my wife and I, they married very early and have survived together for these past 35+ years.  Up until 1989 when we transferred to Louisiana, we four used to play Pitch on quite a lot of our weekends together in good old Hamilton, Ohio.
So many fond memories of playing Pitch.  Where do I begin?
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Johnny Carson is a Lifesaver – Romeo & Juliet Get Caught

Here's Johnny

Here’s Johnny

Hello Reader, when last we met, I had lost my virginity (read me).  It was eleventh grade, 1975.  We were in love and now we had had a taste of sex.  Our first time was great.  We weren’t nervous or too shy, everything felt like it was meant to be.  It was as if we had done the deed many times before…no, that was yet to come.  We were young and we were brave.  We’ve all been there in some form or fashion; there would be no consequences to our risky actions.  When’s round two? Continue reading

The Clock is Ticking – My Brother Mike is Dead

That's Mike in the very front, Circa 1971

That’s Mike in the very front, Circa 1971

My brother Mike, the youngest boy in the Wyatt part of our diversified clan, died recently.  Tall like my Grandad, he stood about 6’4 or 5″ and weighed over 400 pounds at the end.  He is the first to pass amongst me and my siblings.  When you’re young or even old and healthy, dying seems improbable, something that happens to other people, not you.  But eventually death grabs each of us by the throat and chokes the life out of us.  When it chokes someone you grew up with or perhaps someone you love, it punches you in the stomach, wakes you up, makes you realize that your time is coming.  It’s right around the corner.

This story is nothing close to a compendium of Mike’s life story.  I am not qualified to write that.  I was really not that close to Mike.  Some of the memories I plan to write about include Mike, but will appear separately.  Perspectives are our truths and this story is my perspective; my truth about what I recall about my baby brother Mike.  Continue reading

Going Ruppert on Easter Eggs in LA

Our kids would have gone crazy had ours broke open like this

Our kids would have gone crazy had ours broke open like this

 

Well, here we are – another Easter.  A time for reflection and celebration.  Different images are conjured up for me when I think of Easters past.  As a kid I am reminded of a scratchy suit and tie, sitting through grueling long sermons in church and trying very hard to stay awake.  As an ex-Hamiltuckian, unfortunately I am reminded of a brutal Easter massacre.  This marks the 40th Easter anniversary for the James Ruppert murders of 11 family members.  As a kid, the event spawned a favorite saying – “going Ruppert” on someone preceded “going postal”.  If you’re interested in that type of thing, I found this interesting video on YouTube.

Mostly though, Easter conjures up memories of Easter egg hunts with my kids. Continue reading