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Post by RangoA@live.com on Jun 8, 2008 14:55:28 GMT -5
 I noticed at three or four that my sister was doing more to raise me than my parents were at the time and until she met her first true love at the age of her early twenties. He was a super cool guy to me. He was studying at Case Western Reserve University to become an attorney. He also worked at Sparkle Market to help pay his way through college. My sister was studying criminal justice at Youngstown State University. They both lived in Austintown at the time. My sister's soon to be mother-in-law also worked at Sparkle Market for what turned out o be over thirty years from what I remember. Her soon to be father-in-law was a WWII veteran and had become shell shocked during the war. My sister was so loving and caring of children for about ten years before she married. I had all kinds of friends and my sister and the group she ran around with were taking us fun places. Playing with us. Teaching us important lessons of life. I heard some of them originate from my parents and the parents of my friends. One funny lesson she taught me occured when there were two children over my house playing. These two sisters were playing house and with Barbie and Ken dolls. I didn't know anything about these games. I started to get sick for some reason and burped. My sister who was babysitting with us said it's okay to belch but not leave gas. All of us looked at my sister like, what? Then, my sister baked some cookies for all of us. Their mother called my sister and said she wanted her two girls to come home. My sister said okay. Then, their mother told my sister to have Art come over with them. So, I went with them to their house, which was just right across the street. Her mother grabbed me at the door and pulled me inside their house. She looked mad and yelled at me and said I heard you kissed my daughter. I said yes I did. She said, do you like my daughter? I had to think about it for a moment because she looked so angry and I knew one of her daughters had told her that. Then, I said --Yes, I do. She said, good then you can stay for dinner tonight. She made fried chicken and asked me what else I liked. I said mashed potatoes and gravy. Then, we all went in the kitchen to help her cook. We ate dinner together that night as a family and I ate a lot. She said, you eat so much look how much more than my daughters. I said, okay I won't eat any more. She said, no finish the rest of the food I made for you. Then, she stared at me and her daughters and I had to eat one more piece of fried chicken. I said, I'm full. She said, are you sure? There's still a little more left. I said, yes may I go home now? She said, yes and gave me a big kiss on the lips. She said that's for kissing my daughter. Don't do it again. Understood or you're in trouble. Then, she threw me out of their house and I went home. My parents were home by now and they were making dinner. I thought ohh no how am I going to eat again or explain what happened across the street.
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I noticed at three or four that my sister was doing more to raise me than my parents were at the time and until she met her first true love at the age of her early twenties. He was a super cool guy to me. He was studying at Case Western Reserve University to become an attorney. He also worked at Sparkle Market to help pay his way through college. My sister was studying criminal justice at Youngstown State University. They both lived in Austintown at the time. My sister's soon to be mother-in-law also worked at Sparkle Market for what turned out o be over thirty years from what I remember. Her soon to be father-in-law was a WWII veteran and had become shell shocked during the war. My sister was so loving and caring of children for about ten years before she married. I had all kinds of friends and my sister and the group she ran around with were taking us fun places. Playing with us. Teaching us important lessons of life. I heard some of them originate from my parents and the parents of my friends. One funny lesson she taught me occured when there were two children over my house playing. These two sisters were playing house and with Barbie and Ken dolls. I didn't know anything about these games. I started to get sick for some reason and burped. My sister who was babysitting with us said it's okay to belch but not leave gas. All of us looked at my sister like, what? Then, my sister baked some cookies for all of us. Their mother called my sister and said she wanted her two girls to come home. My sister said okay. Then, their mother told my sister to have Art come over with them. So, I went with them to their house, which was just right across the street. Her mother grabbed me at the door and pulled me inside their house. She looked mad and yelled at me and said I heard you kissed my daughter. I said yes I did. She said, do you like my daughter? I had to think about it for a moment because she looked so angry and I knew one of her daughters had told her that. Then, I said --Yes, I do. She said, good then you can stay for dinner tonight. She made fried chicken and asked me what else I liked. I said mashed potatoes and gravy. Then, we all went in the kitchen to help her cook. We ate dinner together that night as a family and I ate a lot. She said, you eat so much look how much more than my daughters. I said, okay I won't eat any more. She said, no finish the rest of the food I made for you. Then, she stared at me and her daughters and I had to eat one more piece of fried chicken. I said, I'm full. She said, are you sure? There's still a little more left. I said, yes may I go home now? She said, yes and gave me a big kiss on the lips. She said that's for kissing my daughter. Don't do it again. Understood or you're in trouble. Then, she threw me out of their house and I went home. My parents were home by now and they were making dinner. I thought ohh no how am I going to eat again or explain what happened across the street.