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EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:
MEMORIES OF MY FATHERS
Me,
My Dad and The Three Stooges
I am three years of age.
I am in the
living room in a house that is next door to my Aunt Lucy and
Uncle Jim.
I am sitting
on the couch with a man that I have learned is my Father.
I rarely see
my Father.
He is gone
often and for a long time each time.
For me
sitting next to him is a real and rare treat.
I am happy!
My Dad like
all dads is much bigger than me.
He can sit
back on the couch and his feet still touch the floor.
When I sit
back my feet don’t ever reach the edge of the couch.
I am wearing
my powder blue pajamas on the lower half of my body – my upper
body is naked.
I like my
pajama bottoms because they are tight and soft and the booties
that encase my feet make me feel secure.
My Dad and I
are watching ‘The Three Stooges” during Sally Star’s early
morning cartoon show that comes on every Saturday. An episode of
The Three Stooges is shown at least two or three times
throughout the show.
My Dad is
laughing – happy sounds!
Larry and
Moe are dressed in animal skins as cave men and they are in a
stream and they have clubs and they are trying to hit a pesky
duck that they want for dinner.
The duck is
smarter than them.
It squirts
water out of its mouth – shooting a stream of water into Moe’s
eyes.
Moe is
blinded and pissed.
My Dad
laughs loud.
I laugh with
him.
The duck
swims under water and then comes up behind Moe as Moe is still
looking intently where the duck had been, hoping to club it when
it comes back up for air.
Instead the duck is
behind Moe and bites him in the butt.
Moe screams
out in surprise and pain.
My Dad
laughs hard and long.
I laugh with
him.
As Moe’s
pain and frustration increases and with it our laughter!
My Dad
laughs louder, longer and harder.
He has a
great laugh and it is very infectious.
Just his
laughing alone is enough to make me laugh.
His laughing
makes me feel happy!
I feel an
urge to hug him.
I stand on
the couch and wrap my arms around his neck and hug and kiss him.
My Dad
laughs and hugs me back and then he rubs his whiskers against
the sensitive skin of my face; whiskers that all dads seem to
have and we do not.
It is
unbearable and it feels good – but unbearable.
I squeal in
delight and because it is too much to bear.
I squeal
because my Dad is laughing and happy and because he is hugging
me and roughhousing.
I love my
Dad!
I am happy!
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