<-- back to additions index <-- back to roger stories index by Roger: Three sibling stories Don and Audrey ------------------ 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 ------------------- 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) ---------------------------------------- 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. <-- back to roger stories index <-- back to additions index