I am nine years old than him

I was nine years old when my other baby brother was born in 1960.  I helped to teach him important stuff..how to drink out of a cup..how to use the potty and how to stay out of trouble.

I remember the day that he fell on an old fire truck and put a huge gash in his arm..it bled and I wrapped his arm in a towel..he still has a scar on his arm.   I am sure he forgot all about it..I never have..I was responsible.  I should have been watching him closer.  He cried and cried..and so did I.

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This photo must have been taken about 1963.  I was 12 and he was 3.  Nice of me to show him the finer points of a bow and arrow. The bow, arrows and the quiver belonged to my baby brother Carey ( who would have been 9)..we probably stole borrowed it.

I like this photo..he is trying so hard!  In the background is the old garage, the old chicken coop and the corn crib on the farm where we were raised.

Well that little boy is in his 50’s now..his birthday was yesterday.  Happy Birthday to my other baby brother:)

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One Response to I am nine years old than him

  1. A. Manning says:

    And mine is seven years older than your baby brother, two years younger than you, and nearly three years younger than I.

    I remember the day my parents brought him home from the hospital, but not the time about age 2 he sneaked up behind me and hit me on the head with a heavy glass ashtray while I was intently watching TV.

    I remember him winning 5 pounds of fudge at the school’s Halloween Carnival, and being dismayed when our mother gave three quarters of it away so he wouldn’t make himself sick on it. (His classmates loved it, though)

    I remember in grade school holding one of a tormenting pair of twins while he trashed the other one, then releasing that one so he could thrash him as well.

    I remember hoping while I was away in the service that he would not also be called into harms way, because our mother was already worried enough as it was.

    I am proud of the fine man he has become, but wish he could be a bit more perceptive at times, a bit less quick to jump to conclusions, and that he could check his politics at the door with me (we have become of opposite political viewpoints).

    He says I taught him more than I ever remember doing growing up, and I accept that even though it makes me a bit uncomfortable being anyone’s role model.

    I suppose you and I should be content that we were so fortunate in our lives as to have had siblings that we value even after all the tides and currents that life brings.