#14

about the brown house. i seem to have a lot of memories of that house, more so than others.
i recall one day when i came home from school one of my brothers and one of his friends were there and we got into an argument about something and i made an obscene gesture at my brother and i remember him getting a knife and chasing me around the kitchen table. boys will be boys
i remember riding my back with a group of older kids to another town. this was a ride of about 10 or 11 miles. it was great fun. that was freedom. i also remember often taking the water hose and washing the outside of the house. the house did not belong to us but i really liked that house.
this was about the time my grandmother who was living with us died. i dont have a lot of memories of her but my family tells me that i was her favorite. that she would take me into her room and give me candy and things and not give any of my 5 brothers or sisters any..
i was sad at her funeral but i dont remember crying, an odd behavior i repeated at both of my parents funerals.. more on that later.
the brown house is gone now. i drive by where it used to be almost every day and it makes me both sad and happy