Wes Bischel
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I got to thinking which is always a mistake on my part. Things eventually came around to some of my earliest memories - happy ones that is. My Mom and I lived with my Grandparents until I was in elementary school. I remember hours of trumpet sonatas, solos, practice scales etc. floating up from the basement of their huge old house. (Pop was in the orchestra and practiced in the basement)
Singing with my Grandfather "Here we go 'round the mulberry bush" standing in the back seat of their bright red '64 Falcon.
Long days playing outside with neighbors - twins Donald and Billy, and Jon Jon. Which do include a few sets of stitches on each our parts.
The monster in the attic of the garage (turned out to be the paper-mache mountain from my Uncles Lionel train set.)
Nanny making tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner my favorite at the time. (Nanny was one Grandmotherly type that hated cooking - she was up for a street race or two when the young turks get out of line. But that's a whole 'nuther story.
I go through my memories, and wonder what memories I am helping foster in my Little Man. I may not be around to hear him recount them, but I pray they are full of joy and Love.
So now that I've gotten sappy, what memories pop into your head?
Wes
Singing with my Grandfather "Here we go 'round the mulberry bush" standing in the back seat of their bright red '64 Falcon.
Long days playing outside with neighbors - twins Donald and Billy, and Jon Jon. Which do include a few sets of stitches on each our parts.
The monster in the attic of the garage (turned out to be the paper-mache mountain from my Uncles Lionel train set.)
Nanny making tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner my favorite at the time. (Nanny was one Grandmotherly type that hated cooking - she was up for a street race or two when the young turks get out of line. But that's a whole 'nuther story.
I go through my memories, and wonder what memories I am helping foster in my Little Man. I may not be around to hear him recount them, but I pray they are full of joy and Love.
So now that I've gotten sappy, what memories pop into your head?
Wes