Some things in the back parts of my brain always come back to me in regards to what my father used to say.

 He would stand over me looking down at me with his ears rolled back eyes almost shut and pointing his finger at me saying (don’t let anything happen to your brothers or sister).

Didn’t know what this meant but I thought I did if I got my brothers to fight with each other it was cool. If I got my sister to fight with one of my brothers or all of my brothers it was cool. 

Boy was I wrong, in time I found out that blood is thicker than water. Family should stay together and if need be fight for each other.

One must remember I had four brothers and one sister my father would say (you’re the oldest boy you’ll figure it out) nothing really changed we all fought but we lived through it.

My biggest get away was riding my bike. With six kids it was hard to buy parts for the bike so once every two weeks would go to the dump and I would check out parts.

One must remember this bike took me from Lake Ontario to Rochester, New York and back home just about every day I wish I had a picture of it but we didn’t have a camera. So much for that.  

The (Cuban crisis):

I can remember in school every time the sirens would go off we would have to get under our desks put our hands over our heads and hug the floor.  Please think about this; wooden desks.  If a bomb would have hit close by we would have all been crispy critters.

The best one was on the streets were we lived they had people drive up and down the streets when the sirens went off to make sure you were in your basement and not outside. ( why??? ) Then all of a sudden the crisis had passed. 

What was going on? 

Why had all this happened?