I think I have one more story that I can share from the older
house. Some of the stories would be a little offensive since John was a little
crazy so I won't share all those. This story was from Easter of that year. We
were brought up Catholic and so Easter was always a big deal in uncle Pat's
house. That year they decided to get a poodle puppy as an Easter gift for all
the kids. My uncle Pat said the kids could name it and they named it Foo Foo
because it was so fluffy and white. This puppy was pretty high strong and we
got it the day before Easter. Easter morning while everyone's getting ready for
church Keith (was blamed) for letting the dog out. It took off with a number of
my cousins trying to catch it. It had rained steady for quite a few days and it
was mud everywhere. Eventually someone caught the dog and brought it back. It
was so muddy it, it had rolled in the mud, and looked like a chocolate poodle.
Of course the dog on it was great fun to run and be chased. I don't remember if
we made it to church that they are not but I do remember the poodle. The people
who caught it were also muddy so I'm thinking we didn't go to church.
Somewhere
between Easter and May we moved to the new house on the acreage. It must've
been around Memorial Day because I don't remember going to school after we
moved. Memorial Day will be significant in a later series and I will call
Phil's history – the crazy years. Right now I will just discuss living with my
uncle Pat and what we did on the acreage for fun. Somehow it wasn't fun unless
somebody got hurt. Not sure why that is.
I
will post more on that later.
Would
probably be untruthful for me not to post something of the next story. Next to
the two-story house there was a local bar and it had living apartment above it.
We used to find also to where things in their front yard on Saturday mornings.
It was kind of a while place it we were told to stay away from it. One year a
magician named Mike came to the little town we lived it. There was a sort of a
community center where he put on a magic act. My cousin Mary was hishis
assistant. We thought he had a thing for Mary but it turned out much different.
While he was there he stayed in the apartment above the bar. I'm not sure when
but he invited myself, John and Bob to come up and watch a football game. John
and I went but Bob chose not to. It turns out this guy was a pedophile. He
showed us a deck of cards that had naked women on them. This was the first time
I had ever seen this type of thing. His goal was to arouse us with the cards
and then molest us with his hand. I started out first sitting in his lap and
became very uncomfortable quickly. I said I had to go and he let me up with no
fuss. I told John let's go but he said no I want to stay because he really
liked the cards that Mike had. John and I never spoke of what happened after I
left but I can only assume the worst. This guy was a total creep. He would be
in his 60s or 70s now. He was a pedophile but not a violent pedophile. Pretty
disgusting person. I always felt bad for John but he had his chance to leave
and chose not to.
Of
course back then this type of thing was never thought of because people only
thought of pedophiles attacking girls. Male pedophilia was not thought to be a
thing and John and I never spoke of this ever again. Personally I always wished
I would cross paths with him again so I could beat his head in. Never happened
and it never could find them on the Internet. Not sure what I would do now if I
did cause pass with them since I am disabled.
I will post more on things that happened at my uncle
Pat's acreage. Those stories will be more funny than this one was.
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