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My childhood was made up of a
series of events connected together with what you might call tedium or things
that were boring.
Though I must admit being on
the pier a good portion of the time, those “down times” never lasted that long.
Oscar, the ladies man was to
ship out today, so I went down to see the tugs nudge the big ship over into the
channel. The ship was about a quarter mile off shore when Oscar came running up
shouting for the ship to wait.
Of course they didn't pay any
attention to him even if they heard him shout; this was the navy and he was
supposed to be on board. If he missed this ship he was in deep trouble.
Oscar ran to the end of the
pier still shouting and jumped into the sea and started swimming toward one of
the tugs. As they were speeding up I run and got Pa binoculars, and I saw the
tug fish him out of the water. I guess he got transferred to his ship for I
never saw him again.
From time to time I would see
one of the girls he brought to the restaurant for dinner, and what I had seen
that night in the movie house had whet my appetite for more information. I
wanted to ask them a lot of questions about their experiences with Oscar but I
was too embarrassed to do so.
I was doing fairly good in
school. Marly was getting a little
better grades than me but I didn't care.
We had a routine of studying an hour
before bedtime. Ma said that way we could sleep on it. Marly having reached the
age of eleven (I was a year older) had been overtaken by the Romance Yen.
I was too busy to think on
such things as of yet, though being honest I can't say I never had the thought about
girls go through my mind.
She had a boyfriend and was
proud to have one. He was thirteen and to my mind wasn't much to look at although
he was a good ball player.
He started to come by the
house so he could walk her to school each morning leaving me to walk by myself.
This made me a little angry
for I felt funny walking quite a ways in front of them or even worse behind
them seeing them hold hands.
Up until now Marly and I had
been so close, as I had been assigned by Ma and Pa to watch over her.
Since we were only a year
apart and both Ma and Pa had to work we had bonded more than perhaps some other
siblings might have. I was no longer the "man" in her life and it was
painful.
Most brothers consider
younger sisters to be pests, but it wasn't like that with us. I think it was
because we had to depend on one another so much. It seemed like it was overnight
that she had developed and was becoming a young lady instead of a child.
What was happening was
changing all that and it took me a few days to get over it
Things we used to do together
she now did with girl friends or her new guy.
I was ashamed to talk about
this with anyone, but Ma understood me and helped me through this period of
what seemed to be rejection.
I finally realized that some
of my friends my age were experiencing something similar with older brothers who
no longer were having anything to do with them, because of the vast differences
that now were in place.
There is someone that I was
associated with during these years and that was Abdul. I always called him Doo-ly,
and he was a Turk.
He was the early morning man
who was there by four thirty making coffee and getting breakfast ready.
Oh Lawd!
To Be Continued
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