I received a request from my nephew the other day. His father, my brother, will be turning 70 on August 22. Because of this virus no kind of get together or family celebration is planned. However, my nephew wants to do something special to commemorate this milestone birthday.
He is asking each of us to create a short video, end it to him, and he will put it together for his father. He asked us to include something we remember of his father and us.
This got me thinking. My brother and I are close in age, not quite a year apart. In fact, from August 4, my birthday, until August 22, his birthday, we are the same age. So, what memory do I share?
Do I share the time when we were young, don’t know our ages at the time, when we both had cap pistols? We were playing out in the yard. Somehow his gun flew from his hand (I will say it was an accident) and hit me in the mouth chipping my front tooth. I still have the chipped tooth. Never go it capped.
Maybe I will mention all the times we climbed the tree in our neighbor’s yard. It had big sturdy branches just made for climbing. Of course our neighbor would come out and yelled us. I understand now his concern over liability had one of us fallen and got hurt.
What about the time we rode our bikes on a misty day out to the cemetery about two miles from our house. We didn’t know there was a funeral that day. When we got there we crouched behind a tombstone and watched. I admit we stayed to watch the men fill in the hold after the mourners left.
How about the day I got my learners permit and he decided to teach me how to drive? I had never been behind the wheel of a car before and was extremely nervous which showed in my unsteady handling of the car. If course a policeman was out driving that same road, saw me weaving, and pulled me over. My brother explained it was my first time trying to drive. The policeman let us go. Needless to say I was not the one who drove away from there.
Maybe I will just have to think about it some more before I decide which story to send. It might even be something totally different.
That’s me in the middle, my brother, Len, to my right, and a friend of ours to my left.