we were living in fairborn ,bessie had two pekenese dogs, they were meaner than mean. mom told us not to go in the front yard because there was no fence. the yard next to pat and bessies had an out house. i heard someone screaming from this outhouse, i was only six or seven and scared to death of them dogs, but i was more scared of mom . well tommy just happened to work at the iga and had taken a smoke break and heard it too. he went to the rescue, one of the little girls who lived there had climbed up to pee in the hole and fell in and was hanging on. tommy pulled her out of that one.
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Bobby and Vickie
Bobby and I were close in age and it seemed like we fought all the time over anything. My first memory was Bobby being at fault in braking the leg of my infamous ballerina doll. He just wanted to upset me and decided to try and take her away from me…I wasn’t having that and thus her broken leg. ( I bandaged her leg and as some of you know, I have her still today and I will get her picture on this site soon.)
Going through the teen years is never easy, but Bobby made fun of my blemishes, my short clothes, and anything else he could think of to make me cry. We would fight and chase each other around the stove and around the house. I can’t believe we didn’t kill one another, but we loved each and figured that out as we got older. One of the funniest things was when he brought Joy home for the first time. Joy was pretty, tall, and had legs that went on forever. Her skirt was so short! Bobby never made fun of my clothes again.
Around 1980, I took a business trip to New York. Bobby was working in NY at the time and we made plans to meet at some O’something club. I had 3 friends who joined me. On the way through Times Sq, we we rerouted because there was a bomb scare. We walked like we had no cares and arrived at the club. Bobby was there w/some of his guys and was so glad to see me. We danced (I’m not a dancer, but Bobby always led you like you felt you looked good on the floor. His comment to me was, “god it’s good to see someone (girl) he wasn’t afraid of touching”.) Aids had just become epidemic and he was really nervous. My co-workers left early and Bobby said he’d get me back to the hotel safely. When the night was over, Bobby and I got in a cab and even though his hotel was on the way to mine, he rode w/me to my hotel to make sure I was safe.
We made plans to take the train to Philadelphia and visit Myrtle and Pat. I had my first experience of being accousted when getting out of a cab and having someone try to grab our bags, just so they could get a tip…that didn’t work, but it was interesting to see Bobby take control. All I could think is that we could be shot!
It was such a welcome visit. Although Myrtle and Pat aren’t drinkers, they always have tons of liquor left over from parties. We got our hands on a “drink recipe book” and started to make as many of the concoctions as possible. We made something that was pink and Myrtle put it to her lips, but that was that. It was a great visit and I definately knew Bobby cared for me. “All brothers and sisters fight…it really doesn’t mean a thing”.