What's the Name of That One...
Echoes of my childhood...
What’s the name of that one Peggy? I knew she wouldn’t answer. She never answers me. How will I ever learn if I don’t ask questions? Now that my older sister had her own room she never had time for me. Every night before bed time she just sits in her bed humming or listening to Perry Como, Vic Damon or Johnny Ray on the radio as she curled her hair. I would come in to just be company for her and she would act like I wasn’t even there. If I could sing I would, just to get her to notice me instead of Perry Como.
I told dad I was glad I was born a boy
It don’t take boys long to get ready for bed. We just blow our nose and wipe our face on the towel, put on our pajamas and we were ready for bed. I don’t see why girls have to roll their hair every night. I told my dad that the radio he got for Peggy hypnotized her or something. She just stares off in space, in a daze and hums to the music. He just laughed and said that was the way girls were. I remember telling him I was glad I was born a boy.
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boys were not allowed in the living room...
I think there were just two or three radio stations, and of course television had not even been thought of, at least not in the hills of eastern Tennessee during the early ‘50s. Dad had a large cabinet with a Hallicrafter short wave radio in the living room where he could get the Friday night fights occasionally, but the boys were not allowed in the living room unless we had company and then we were to be ‘seen and not heard’ if you know what I mean. We didn’t have much company though and I was glad of that. It was hard for me to be still with my hands folded neatly in my lap.
I would try to get Peggy to side with me
I started 1st grade in 1949 and my sister Peggy graduated high school the next year. She was in the Beta Club and made straight A’s. Dad said I never needed to worry about that and if I was interested I could just ask Peggy what that meant. Jim and Jack were going into Junior High School so I would be left in elementary school just starting out and all by myself. I would try to get Peggy to side with me whenever I did something I shouldn’t and usually she did unless one of her friends was around and then they both would just ignore me. Why did life have to be so tough on little boys?
when girls finished school they got to looking for a boyfriend
Mom told me that when girls finished school they got to looking for a boyfriend, so I guess that’s why my sister was acting the way she did. She got a job working for the man that had hired my dad, Mr Ernest Dickey. He had an insurance agency besides owning the Colonial Hotel where my dad worked. Peggy started right away after graduating from high school working for that insurance agency.
Peggy had her own driver’s license and was a good driver
Peggy had her own driver’s license and was a good driver. I remember she drove us everywhere we went, except for when the car needed gas. She always wanted to go alone. We traded with Ed Leab, a friend of Dad’s who ran the Sinclair Service Station right beside the Mick or Mac grocery store where we shopped for groceries on Saturdays. Mom said Peggy sorta liked a certain red haired boy that worked there and I guess she did because she later married that boy named Frank…
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