Sunday, March 28, 2004

The Ice Man

These are my children approximately 30 years ago.  The eldest was born six years after I married and represented the only thing I wanted to be when I grew up.  A Mother!

When Wes was about five he decided he needed a dark place to test the light of a candle.  Unfortunately he chose under my bed and caught the box springs on fire.  I remember his concern about getting his baby brother to a safe place.  But this signaled the beginning of all his experiments with his life.

My second son was born in 1967 about six years after Wes.  You might recognize him as the Stupid Evil Bastard.

Les was quiet.  With Wes older and in school Les learned to play by himself.  A trait that stayed with him through adolescence leading to his expertise in computers.  But I remember a little blonde toddler sitting in a cupboard, on the bottom shelf, with his arm up to the pit in a box of cereal and a big smile on his face.

In July of 1972 the little red headed girl came into my life.  You know her as Cindy of Cindyisms.

I was raised with three brothers so when Cindy was born she was the reminder that I should act like a lady once in a while.  I remember the funny ‘piggy-faces’ she used to make, the little granny dresses, and the black, patent leather shoes.  But the capper was the Cindy-spit she left in your pop bottle after she helped herself to a sip.

So this is a thumbnail description of the lights of my life.  If you are wondering about the color of their hair I have joked for years that it was because of the milk man, the gas man, and the ice man.

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