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by Roger:

Three sibling stories



Don and Audrey
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Mom told me that, like Kay and Pam, Audrey was an 
uncommonly cute little girl.  Perfect strangers 
would fuss over her.  Mom told me that whenever 
Don was present at such fuss sessions, he would 
brighten up and nearly pop a button and let them know - 
"She's my SISTER!"  Mom told me, "He was so PROUD."



Duane and Roger
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I was - 

slow to learn to tie my shoes,

slow to learn to say my r's and s's and g's,

and slow to learn how to ride a bike.


My first grade friend Phillip Osterbauer tied 
my shoes for me as needed (although I had 
learned the alphabet all the way to z, when 
he was only up to p).

With speech therapy I eventually learned 
to say "refrigerator" rather than 
"wee-fwith-o-way-toe".

And Duane was the one who provided my 
breakthrough for bike riding.  

When he was home on leave from the navy, he 
was sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, 
and learned from me that I still couldn't 
ride a bike.  He said, "Come on, we'll get 
you riding."  He put me on that old wide 
handled blue bicycle of his from Bronson Drive, 
then he ran alongside me, holding the handle 
bar while I pedaled.  We started at our 
driveway and when we were half way up the 
Van Buren Street hill he let go, and away 
I went.  Thanks Duane.



The correct way to fall dead  (1960)
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Audrey, Pam and I were in the back yard debating 
with each other about the right way to fall dead.  
Audrey and I were in agreement, and we both lied 
down on the grass, demonstrating the correct way 
of having fallen dead:




Pam was sure she was right, with her crumpled 
fallen position.  She demonstrated it for us:




I'm sure that, like me, you're wondering 
how Pam could have gotten it so wrong.




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