BOB TELLS HIS MEMORIES

After I had reeled off my thoughts, Bob said that for some reason, he wanted to tell his memories too.  He began.....As you know, I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  You took me there in your space ship....I really enjoyed that ride...I showed you Grandma Bertha's and Aunt Mimi" house on Frisco st.  We ate Popsickles, remember?"  "Yes, I remember, and you sucked all the fruit flavor out of yours and were left with frozen water!"  Bob continued:  "My first home was on 58th street just off Peoria....it was way out in the country then...lots of farm fields and groves of Persimmon trees...I remember watching the hay balers....there was a tractor and it drove the hay baler..there was a large belt that came off the tractor to the baler. ....a big arm on the baler went up and down and pushed the hay into a bin of some kind...a bell would ring and the bale came out the end and it was box shaped.  my Mom and Dad had lots of friends and relitives that would come over....I remember seeing their cars pull into the gravel drive and the grills looked like mouths on the cars and they scared me....there was a certain grill that was sort of  V shaped...and as I had heard the name Judy, it reminded me of that sound and I called them Judy grills.....a litte boy came over and started playing with a toy of mine and it was my first feeling of jealousy....every thing was new, magical, and scary. ....my Mom hung the sheets out to dry and the wind was blowing them and they looked like ghosts and they scared me....I was afraid of alot of things...alot of things concerned me...I personified lots of things like a car that wouldn't start became a sick person that was moaning.....thunder storms at night scared me to death and every night when Mommy would tuck me in, I asked her if it was going to lightning and boom-boom and she always said no....sometimes she lied.....I loved Grandma and Mimi..Mimi was crippled and walked with braces and crutches....she loved me and we used to look at Post magazines together...my folks had a big cabinet radio and record player that pulled out from the front..I learned to play records and I loved Scheherazade because it was so stormy sounding...it gave me funny feelings of something very wrong....I loved the smells of the flowers, weeds, hay fields, witch hazel in a bottle..every thing was magic...the sounds of the big bands that played in a dance hall several miles away drifted across the fields....there was a certain insect that liked to go  click click click at night from the big tree out side my window...I wished I could go back in time to that part of my life !!"    I thought,  "If he only knew".....(to be continued)