Now You Didn't Want to Make Daddy Mad...
My two older brothers had already taken a vote, and I had lost...
One of my fondest remembrances as a small child was my two older brothers telling me, “you don’t want to make dad mad…” Of course I didn't want to make him mad, rather, I use to love to hear my dad laugh out loud, we were ‘buddies’, my dad and I. Now he had to work at night so I would sleep in his bed each night just to keep it warm for him. I can remember that in the mornings after he got home from work, he would just call my name as he entered the room and I would wake up. Often times on the way home he would buy me a bag of popcorn from the newsstand on the corner, but mom wouldn't let me have that until after I finished my breakfast. Sometimes though, I would sneak a little taste.
Jim and Jack, where my brothers and when I was around the age of 10, I remember they told me that I was suppose to do the mowing. They reminded me that dad like the yard looking neat and they had already taken a vote on the job and I had lost…’ I told them I didn't know what that meant but they assured me it was all proper and legal. Since they both went to high school I just figured they were right about most things.
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"mowing makes muscles..."
Now the old mower was heavy and it took all my strength to just push it, but Jack assured me that was how he had built up his muscles. Jack liked to take his shirt off in the summer and suck in his stomach. When I tried that I couldn’t breathe. I remember he did that whenever he would see a pretty girl, sometimes he would wink at her and she would smile at him.
Jim and Jack both liked girls but I didn't have much use for them. They both said that would change; besides, I was more interested in keeping my dad happy. We were ‘pals,’ dad and me. I told him that I could mow the yard better if we had one of those gasoline-powered mowers but he just laughed and said, “Maybe next year.” Jim & Jack were laughing too.
“You don’t want me to have to get up from here...”
That next spring dad did get one of those new, gas powered, self-propelled mowers. I thought the old reel type hand mower was heavy; this mower weighed a lot more. Guess what? It pulled itself; all I had to do was to keep up with it. Eventually I got the hang of it and could mow the whole yard in one day- that gave me more time to play and being a typical boy I like to play. I can remember that one time I started playing before I finished the mowing. Boy that was a mistake, because I heard daddy say something I had never heard him say before. When asked about it, I said that I would finish the yard the next day that my friend Vincent and I wanted to ride our bikes after supper. We had already planned to ride down to Steeles Creek and catch some crawdads, but dad had already said that the yard must be cut today. I don’t think I was able to convince him of the importance of that bike ride with Vincent, or maybe he was just getting’ a little fed up with me trying to put it off until the next day. He calmly laid his paper down and looked me straight in the eye and said. “You don’t want me to have to get up from here.”
I knew from past experience that now was not a good time to dicker with him, I just quickly slipped down the back steps and got the mower out and finished the yard I had started a couple days before…
© 2010 SamSonS
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