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Marly and I were left
breathless when Noonan finished his story about being ship wrecked and we
wondered if he had any more stories.
I asked, “Noonan do you have
any more stories like the one you just told us?” He said, “I must have a hundred of them.” A
flood of excitement came over us for we had to have more of these first hand
experiences.
We hounded him to tell us
what some of them were about, so he said, “Well there was the time I became an
Indian, and a time when I lived in Mexico, and the time when I went to China
and a lot more.”
He had a way of telling about
his experiences that took you right along with him, and we relived it with him
as he told about it. I got in the life
boat when he was ship wrecked, and I helped him when he killed that shark, and I
was there at every happening.
I couldn't wait to become an
Indian or go to China .
I was brought back to reality by Pa telling me to get to my chores or else.
Later I asked Ma who was the
new man you hired and she said, “He was a boxer at one time and since then he
has worked at many jobs.” “What is his
name Ma?” She replied, “He is called Paddy O'Brien an Irish man's name.” I said,
“Patty sounds like a girl's name.”
She explained, “I didn't say
Patty I said Paddy, and you better not make the mistake of calling him Patty.”
We asked, “How could he be a
fighter for he isn't very big?” Ma said,
“Go ask your father because I don't have time to answer all your questions.”
Later I asked Pa, “How could
Paddy be a boxer when he was so small?” Pa replied, “Fighters go by their
weight and fight other fighters the same size.”
So I said, “Then he would
fight guys that weighed the same as he did?”
Pa said, “Yes.” I thought that made sense and determined to
talk to Paddy about some of his fights in the past.
Paddy had a break from one
thirty to four thirty each day, and he would leave for that time period. I
began to talk to him and ask where he was going each day. He said, “Come with me and see.” I was off
with Paddy and I felt like I was in for a new adventure.
We arrived at a place I
didn't know existed, and discovered a boxing gym.
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He said, “Yes and I'm going
to do some work on the speed bag, and you can watch me.”
He put on some thin gloves
and stepped up to the bag and began to hit it easy, and little by little he
sped up to the point it almost seemed like a blur it was going so fast.
He asked if I wanted to try it and I said, “No,
not now.”
He then went over to the
heavy bag and began to hit it and after that he took a jump rope and jumped it
like the girls did only a lot faster.
I asked him if he still boxed and he told
me no that he had quit.
Then I asked him, “Why do you
still come here and practice if you have quit?”
He said, “It's mostly out of
habit, I have done it for so long.” I
had to ask, “Were you a champion?”
He
said, “No I never became champ.”
I asked why he didn't,
because it looked like he still had a decent punch.
He said, “I was real good, so
good no one in my weight class would box me.
I had to fight guys that were fifty pounds heavier than me, and never
for a championship. If they won't fight you, you can't become a champion.”
He said he would teach me
some of the basic moves in boxing so I could defend myself. I thought to
myself, “Wow that would be great.”
Oh Lawd!
To be Continued
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