I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been sick and just haven’t felt like doing much of anything.
I just thought of this story this evening and wanted to record it before I forgot it. It’s out of order, but that’s OK. I’ll colate it into the proper place later. My mother married her third husband in the summer between my 8th and 9th grade. I was just ready to start high school in Battle Creek and I was pulled out and moved to the farm in Belleview. His name was Floyd Kader and I pretty much hated him. Mainly for coming between me and my mother, but also for taking me out of my comfort zone and into an environment that was completely foreign to me. There will be (I hope) many posts about Floyd. He controlled my life for 4 long years.
The story I remembered was this: Every Sunday night, we had a special treat. We would have ice cream. I can picture my mom, Floyd and me sitting around the big dining room table enjoying that ice cream. Our favorite flavor was Cherry Vanilla. I loved maraschino cherries and I used to suck the ice cream off the cherries and put them in a little pile on my plate. Then when I was done with the ice cream, I’d eat the cherries separately. One day I was doing this and Floyd suddenly reached over and scooped up most of my cherries and ate them.
I was really mad. “You took my cherries”, I yelled. He laughed. Then I realized. Hey, those cherries had all been in my mouth. It was my turn to laugh. I don’t remember what he did but he wasn’t happy. He never stole my cherries again.
Some things are fun to remember.
Dad
I like how the story ended.
Nice one dad!
I am interested in finding out more about Floyd Kader and those 4 years. I love learning all about your life growing up, Dad. This is very insightful.
Love ya!
Kristy