I must have family feuds on the mind, but…
As young teens back in the old days of the 60’s, one very important thing was being on the telephone before Mom and Dad got home from work. One afternoon, Gary was on the phone and refused to get off and let me have a chance. I was like a tazmanian devil and began to scratch him until I ripped his shirt almost off of him. I don’t remember what we did w/the shirt to hide it, but I do know I got to use the phone. Gary has always been so great and certainly didn’t deserve this treatment, but I guess it was just a part of “growing pains”. Ahhhh growing up in a big family!
Another “funny” memory was in the summer time at the Ferguson house. We were all riding bikes and had just finished swimming in the river or we were going to our swimming hole under the bridge . Along the way, we were all going along the edge of the road and Gary slipped off the birm and fell over. I was close behind and proceeded to ride right across Gary’w legs and his bike. It was funny at the time and he wasn’t hurt at all. We all continued on.
When I left home before my 18th birtday, Gary was the one that I found a home with. I still had 1/2 yr of school before I graduated and I needed to be close to town. Gary had no problem w/me staying w/him. We helped each other no matter what.
This makes me think of Mom. She would send quarters, wrapped in foil w/Martha to give to me at school. She always tried to help each of us when she could.