I got to meet my wife’s grandma for the first time I think when I was 18. They called her Brown Mom because she was always tanned, (like my wife). She lived in California and was relatively well to do. Know how I know? Because she used to give each of her grand-kids a hundred dollar bill for Christmas. That’s like $400 today! My first exposure to the Christmas gift was without grandma. We were dating and I happened to be over at Kim’s house a day or two before Christmas when the kids were all opening up the gift envelopes. Uh-oh, “only” $50 this year! You would have thought someone had died. All the kids were whining and looking for explanation, everyone but my girlfriend. Continue reading
As I wrote about in (this story) we boys need to pay attention and learn when and when not to fight. It’s one of our more important lessons to learn. There are times when it becomes very important to stand your ground. By that, I don’t mean that you should go looking for fights or even that arguments should result in battles. Those of you who’ve hung in there with me for many stories know that I’m not a fighter. If I have to fight, I have to feel threatened or perhaps someone I care about is being threatened. And if I do fight, look out because I will not fight fair. Continue reading
As a child, did you ever hang out with, or know some kid or kids that today you wonder – what ever happened to them? These would be kids that you really wouldn’t see yourself hanging out with today, but if you could peek out through one of those live nature cams at them, or maybe if they got their own reality show today, you’d watch it every week? Well for me, those people would be the Hubbards. I briefly mentioned the Hubbards in this story (link) and I wrote about the early experience with Doug Hubbard the thief in this story (link). I’ve been saving up some notes though because the Hubbards easily deserve an entire story all to themselves and today is the day. Continue reading
I’m not sure if you girls out there have your own set of secret rules of public bathroom etiquette, but we men do. I might be breaking several regulations of ‘maledom’ here by sharing these secrets which have been guarded for centuries, but my story blog site is about growing up and when I started this venture I promised to share all aspects of my growing up.
Unless you come from one of those progressive families where the parents have the sex talk, (for example), most of these rules aren’t verbally shared with us, we’re just expected to assimilate, to learn them via osmosis. We go to the bathrooms, we witness a protocol and we’re expected to repeat it. Violating a couple of these more important protocols can deliver serious consequences, (shudder), I don’t even want to think about it. Continue reading
If you are a regular story reader here, you know that posted within my stories, my true accounts, is a longer story line about my girl friend, (now my wife), and me – our early years together from the time I first laid eyes on Sheila, up until our marriage. You can find all of these stories by doing a search on the category Kim Saga within my story blog site. In the last story, Summer of Discontent, (link), I had written about the summer immediately after we were told that we were not allowed to see each other and I ended that story with high school about to begin in 1975.
It was Fall, 1975 and school had begun. We both looked forward to school that year because it meant that we were once again a couple. We saw each other everyday. We coordinated our schedules, even attending a couple of classes together just so we could maximize our time together. As steadies, we had exchanged class rings but Sheila would remove hers before going home at night since technically she was banned by her parents from seeing me. Banning us from seeing each other only strengthened our resolve, making us more determined. We were seniors now and soon we would turn 18 next year. Continue reading