Lil Brother
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A post a little while back that Arkie wrote about his Mother hanging out the wash brought back a memory about my Mother one day when I was a kid.
For those of you who are new to the forum, Arkie, Sunny, and myself are all brothers and sister. On this day I am about to write about, Arkie was probably working with my Dad trying to finish up the new hotel in Little Rock---The Camelot, while Linda was probably out kissing on Skippy Turner somewhere around the Tyndall Park swimming pool. It was a hot summer day with very high humidity and the natives were restless.
Today's adventures had already taken me up Military Road on my bike to meet Danny Wilmoth. Since he was the more rowdy of the two of us, he mounted up on my bike,(a 26 inch from Otasco with a passenger seat behind the main seat and a headlight), and I got on behind him and away we went to Ray Carter,s house. We picked up Ray and his bicycle and stopped by the gravel pit for a couple of quick smokes.
When we got though, we had all decided to go to my house to play football and maybe bum 50 cents off my Mom so we could go to Fullingtons store later.
Mom worked 11-7 at one of the local hospitals so at some point in the day she tried to sleep a little. It was not to be this day because we had already woke her up when we got a light for a smoke out of her car and slammed the door. I guess Mom just said the heck with sleeping and got on out of bed to make sure that we didnt get in to any serious trouble.
I had been honing my punting skills and just couldnt wait to show Danny and Ray. Mom was out by the clothesline hanging out clothes and of course, I couldnt wait----and besides that, I was going to punt the ball OVER the house.
The opportune time came,(Mother was finally waking up a bit, but was in her on little world just a humming away), so I dropped-kicked the ball from about ten feet away while Mom had her back turned.
It was in SLOW_MOTION as the football hit my poor Mother as square in the back as if I had planned it that way! Just like in the comic strips, her false teeth came out of her mouth, but she caught them before they hit the ground. It was me that wanted the Heisman Trophy, but it was Mom that made the play-of-the-year!
She recovered well---just enough to tell us to go down to Ray's house and bug his Mom for awhile, but not before she gave us 50 cents to go to Fullingtons Store.
I thought about this the other day when Arkie had made his post and this is the memory that evolved. It wasnt funny back then; at least not until we were all setting on the swing at Fullingtons drinking our 16 0z RC colas and stuffing our guts with chocolate. Today I look back on the moment and realize that even as a 9 or 10 year old boy, the FORCE of that football hitting Mom MUST have really hurt. She forgave us, but when I was doing the punting from then on, Mom got the heck out of the way!
Lil Brother
For those of you who are new to the forum, Arkie, Sunny, and myself are all brothers and sister. On this day I am about to write about, Arkie was probably working with my Dad trying to finish up the new hotel in Little Rock---The Camelot, while Linda was probably out kissing on Skippy Turner somewhere around the Tyndall Park swimming pool. It was a hot summer day with very high humidity and the natives were restless.
Today's adventures had already taken me up Military Road on my bike to meet Danny Wilmoth. Since he was the more rowdy of the two of us, he mounted up on my bike,(a 26 inch from Otasco with a passenger seat behind the main seat and a headlight), and I got on behind him and away we went to Ray Carter,s house. We picked up Ray and his bicycle and stopped by the gravel pit for a couple of quick smokes.
When we got though, we had all decided to go to my house to play football and maybe bum 50 cents off my Mom so we could go to Fullingtons store later.
Mom worked 11-7 at one of the local hospitals so at some point in the day she tried to sleep a little. It was not to be this day because we had already woke her up when we got a light for a smoke out of her car and slammed the door. I guess Mom just said the heck with sleeping and got on out of bed to make sure that we didnt get in to any serious trouble.
I had been honing my punting skills and just couldnt wait to show Danny and Ray. Mom was out by the clothesline hanging out clothes and of course, I couldnt wait----and besides that, I was going to punt the ball OVER the house.
The opportune time came,(Mother was finally waking up a bit, but was in her on little world just a humming away), so I dropped-kicked the ball from about ten feet away while Mom had her back turned.
It was in SLOW_MOTION as the football hit my poor Mother as square in the back as if I had planned it that way! Just like in the comic strips, her false teeth came out of her mouth, but she caught them before they hit the ground. It was me that wanted the Heisman Trophy, but it was Mom that made the play-of-the-year!
She recovered well---just enough to tell us to go down to Ray's house and bug his Mom for awhile, but not before she gave us 50 cents to go to Fullingtons Store.
I thought about this the other day when Arkie had made his post and this is the memory that evolved. It wasnt funny back then; at least not until we were all setting on the swing at Fullingtons drinking our 16 0z RC colas and stuffing our guts with chocolate. Today I look back on the moment and realize that even as a 9 or 10 year old boy, the FORCE of that football hitting Mom MUST have really hurt. She forgave us, but when I was doing the punting from then on, Mom got the heck out of the way!
Lil Brother
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