Blog 14 10th Grade (part one)

(The most important change of my life)

(Metamorphosis)

           Hello, Everyone! I’m glad to be back online. My computer crashed and I had to get another computer. Along with that, we have had many worldwide tragedies occurring and I just did not feel right writing during these times, I know they are still going on, but if I do not get back to writing this, I will lose my passion.

             Many things happened in my 9th and ,mostly, 10th grade that I will be doing it in parts. First, let me say that you please do not judge the people I ran around with. They truly were just close friends. It is what you did not see that would blow your mind, although I am not going to give names. In my 10th grade, I made it a mission to grow up and make adult decisions, while also being a kid when around friends. My nephew was still my first priority of taking care . Good grades at school were my second, swimming third, and girlfriends fourth. Religion was above all, and accepting people for who they were, just came naturally.

        I was still an active Boy Scout and Explorer. And it was during this time I made a great friend named, Steven. When it came to scouting, we were very close. It was an important part of both our lives. (After graduation, we got into the drinking scene and I will hit upon that later.) But, we have one pretty funny memory while coming home from a camping trip with my brothers.

(Scouts to the rescue)

        Billy Boy was driving and we came upon a fire in the land next to the road. It was out of hand and because of the wind, it was spreading quickly. We only saw 2 other men trying desperately to put it out, so our scouting abilities took over and we stopped to help. Our only equipment were our tennis shoes and we began running around frantically stomping out the fire. We did this for what felt like hours until firetrucks FINALLY showed up.                   They thanked us and we decided that it was our time to leave. However, when we stepped back onto the road, our shoes were sticking to the road, We had been stomping for so long, that the rubber soles of our shoes had melted. One step, and we literally were left standing in our socks. All our shoes were ruined. And the smell of smoke on our clothes made a horrible trip the rest of the way home. But still, proudly, we laughed and laughed as each person gave their story of their adventures. Our shoes were so melted that we had tree sticks, leaves, pecans, etc., all stuck to them.

(Little Anthony was  growing fast.) 

        While I was teaching Anthony (Del) all that I could, he was becoming a proud, but cocky, smart student. He had a great memory. He could spell, do easy math, say kid’s poetry, and tell jokes. And he was only 2 years old. One thing that he was really great at was knowing which money was higher. At a football game, my mom was showing him off to a family friend. She said,” Del, I will give you a nickel if you tell my friend the story about Mary’s Little Lamb.” Del immediately said,” For just a nickel? I don’t want to.”. So mom said, “Okay, I will give you a dime!” Del smugly put out his hand and said, “No mam”,’ A QUARTER!!”

(a kid catches everything you say)

        Anna was the one to teach Del who people were. She did this by using picture albums, mostly. I would be listening to her teach him and as she pointed all the family out, when she came to Del’s father, she would flip the page saying,” There’s that son-of-a-b$%&&!” Well. one day my mother took Anthony over to his paternal grandmother’s home and she had pictures of her children on her wall, (You guessed it!) Del pointed up to a picture on the wall and said, “Look Granny! There’s that son-of-a-b***!”   Mom was so embarrassed, but his grandmother just said, “That’s alright, sometimes he can be one!!”

(Del did not like to share)

        In 8th Grade, my sister, Mary, got married to William (Bill) Fisher. With so many Bill’s in the family, we started calling Billy Boy, “WOS” and Bill Fisher, “Fish”.  Well, when Del was 3, we went to eat at the Dairy Queen in Seagoville. I was with Mary and Fish. I ordered Del a corn dog and fries. Well, Fish reached over to Del’s plate and said ,”Look  Del, I got your fries!” So Del mumbled and grabbed a few fries and shoved them into his mouth. We laughed, so I took a fry and Del put a few more in his mouth. Fish and I did this again and by this time, Del had shoved so many fries in his mouth he looked like a chipmunk. We all were laughing so hard and suddenly realized Del was turning red in the face and was crying because he had too many fries in his mouth that he was hardly breathing and could not chew or swallow. I quickly shoved my finger in his mouth and scooped all the fries out. Del cried and cried. But, after that he began sharing his food more generously!!!!!

(Riding The class float for Homecoming)

        Every year at football Homecoming, Seagoville would have a parade. The high school classes would make a float based on a certain theme. The theme that year was “The Decades”. The sophomores chose “The Gay Twenties” (Ironic). My dad had a Zoot Suit that was his father’s. Ms. Pyland helped us with the guys outfits and I had hand me downs and an old hat that I wore. Vanessa dressed as a flapper along with another girl who danced the Charleston the ENTIRE parade. We had a car from the 20s and it made it look like we were on a picnic. We took 2nd place under the Seniors (who always won). I had a great time!!!!!

(to be continued in Blog 15)

• 21st Sep 2017
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