when i was about 13 and my brother just older than me was 17 we overslept on a school day,this was at a time when my mother worked outside the home for a couple of years at texas instruments in some type of assembley,and my dad worked second shift at LTV,which was a goverment defense contractor.
my brother was just starting a spell of rebellion,especially against my dad,he was smoking pot and this was at a time in texas when you would go to prison for a first offense for marijuana possession.it wouldn't be long before he quit school and run off from home,then join the army and head off to vietnam.
it was about 8 o'clock and my dad woke up and saw us still asleep,he stuck his head in the door and said get your asses out of bed and get to school,and you can just walk because i'm not haulin' you down there.
the junior high i went to was only about a 2 mile walk or so,but the high school was about another 3 miles.as we headed out down the street my brother said to hell with him we ain't going to school because i'm not walking that far.
he said we'll go down to wilson creek and hang out till daddy goes to work,the go home.well it didn't sound like such a good idea to me because i didn't want to get in trouble with my dad and i didn't want to go against my brother either.
wilson creek was a couple of miles down the railroad tracks from where we lived and a big metal tressel crossed it and we could hide out down there,but before you got to the metal tressel there was a smaller cresote covered timber tressel that went over a city street.
my brother had a pack of pall mall cigarettes and i hadn't been smoking long so those non filters would burn the hair off my lungs.as we approached the small tressel we heard a motorcycle approaching and as it came near my brother recognized the guy.it was claude carraway,i kid that lived across town about his age.
he had skipped school to and he and my brother got to talkin and claude said he was going to plano,a town in the southern part of the county that bordered dallas county.
he asked my brother did he want to go and he said yea.well my brother said here's some cigarettes and don't go home till dad leaves,and don't tell on me or i'll kick your ass.
why is it little brothers always end up with this kind of pressure when they usually can't handle it so good,not only that the school had been calling recently wondering why my brother hadn't been at school that day,and my brother would have me lie to them in some fashion,usually by threatening me with that you ain't my brother if you don't stuff.
well about 1 o'clock arrived and i had smoked several cigarettes and so i started back towards the house a little nervous.i didn't mention it but my dad whistled unconciously and i could hear him as a kid a block away.
well i got home and he was gone,so i figured i would kick back and watch t.v.since my dad smoked i never worried about him smelling smoke on me,so i fired up a cigarette and opened the front door,i think it was early in the school year because it wasn't near being cold.
as i was there smoking that cigarette sunlight was coming through the blinds and you could see the cigarette smoke hanging in the air.about this time i heard a car door shut but it sounded like it was at the neighbors house,but then i heard the whistling and i knew my butt was mud.
i flailed about trying to break up the smoke in the air and about the time i got it all swooshed away the old man came in.where the he$$ you been,the school called and said you didn't make it and where's georgie.well the least i can say was that my blood pressure probably up and my brother had left me in this fix.
i didn't get a whipping but my dad said just stay at home,i'm already late for work and we'll deal with this later.well my dad came home early from work and got onto my brother,it wasn't to many more days before he ran off and lived in a church basement for a couple of weeks,and after a couple of more weeks joined the army.
my dad may not have whipped me but the assistant principle at the junior high gave me 3 licks the next day so no good deed goes unpunished
.although i missed my brother when he left home i felt a certain amount of relief once he left,alot of my troubles were gone.
it was just me and the folks but it wouldn't be long before i went through that period when your kind of at odds with your parents.my brother eventually grew up and became repondsible and his memory of his blackmailing and trying to intimidate me seem to have disappeared
but as they say pay backs are hell and he had 4 sons and he got to deal with a couple of rebels himself,and of course he was never as bad as his kids
my brother was just starting a spell of rebellion,especially against my dad,he was smoking pot and this was at a time in texas when you would go to prison for a first offense for marijuana possession.it wouldn't be long before he quit school and run off from home,then join the army and head off to vietnam.
it was about 8 o'clock and my dad woke up and saw us still asleep,he stuck his head in the door and said get your asses out of bed and get to school,and you can just walk because i'm not haulin' you down there.
the junior high i went to was only about a 2 mile walk or so,but the high school was about another 3 miles.as we headed out down the street my brother said to hell with him we ain't going to school because i'm not walking that far.
he said we'll go down to wilson creek and hang out till daddy goes to work,the go home.well it didn't sound like such a good idea to me because i didn't want to get in trouble with my dad and i didn't want to go against my brother either.
wilson creek was a couple of miles down the railroad tracks from where we lived and a big metal tressel crossed it and we could hide out down there,but before you got to the metal tressel there was a smaller cresote covered timber tressel that went over a city street.
my brother had a pack of pall mall cigarettes and i hadn't been smoking long so those non filters would burn the hair off my lungs.as we approached the small tressel we heard a motorcycle approaching and as it came near my brother recognized the guy.it was claude carraway,i kid that lived across town about his age.
he had skipped school to and he and my brother got to talkin and claude said he was going to plano,a town in the southern part of the county that bordered dallas county.
he asked my brother did he want to go and he said yea.well my brother said here's some cigarettes and don't go home till dad leaves,and don't tell on me or i'll kick your ass.
why is it little brothers always end up with this kind of pressure when they usually can't handle it so good,not only that the school had been calling recently wondering why my brother hadn't been at school that day,and my brother would have me lie to them in some fashion,usually by threatening me with that you ain't my brother if you don't stuff.
well about 1 o'clock arrived and i had smoked several cigarettes and so i started back towards the house a little nervous.i didn't mention it but my dad whistled unconciously and i could hear him as a kid a block away.
well i got home and he was gone,so i figured i would kick back and watch t.v.since my dad smoked i never worried about him smelling smoke on me,so i fired up a cigarette and opened the front door,i think it was early in the school year because it wasn't near being cold.
as i was there smoking that cigarette sunlight was coming through the blinds and you could see the cigarette smoke hanging in the air.about this time i heard a car door shut but it sounded like it was at the neighbors house,but then i heard the whistling and i knew my butt was mud.
i flailed about trying to break up the smoke in the air and about the time i got it all swooshed away the old man came in.where the he$$ you been,the school called and said you didn't make it and where's georgie.well the least i can say was that my blood pressure probably up and my brother had left me in this fix.
i didn't get a whipping but my dad said just stay at home,i'm already late for work and we'll deal with this later.well my dad came home early from work and got onto my brother,it wasn't to many more days before he ran off and lived in a church basement for a couple of weeks,and after a couple of more weeks joined the army.
my dad may not have whipped me but the assistant principle at the junior high gave me 3 licks the next day so no good deed goes unpunished
.although i missed my brother when he left home i felt a certain amount of relief once he left,alot of my troubles were gone.it was just me and the folks but it wouldn't be long before i went through that period when your kind of at odds with your parents.my brother eventually grew up and became repondsible and his memory of his blackmailing and trying to intimidate me seem to have disappeared
but as they say pay backs are hell and he had 4 sons and he got to deal with a couple of rebels himself,and of course he was never as bad as his kids
Heck I might have a heart attack or something. With age also comes wisdom
