The Conroys
Our landlady and her son, Bud, made an interesting contribution to our lives.
She had a television, the first I remember seeing. We were invited over on Saturday morning to watch it. I do not remember any programming but we often took advantage of it.
I remember being quite mean to her one time. I can't remember the exact circumstances but she irritated me greatly as I walked along the road by her front yard. As a result, I decided to pretend to throw rocks into her lawn. She called the police who interviewed me (and my sister) and we explained that we were only pretending because she had treated us so badly. I guess the air was cleared because we continued to associate.
Bud was at least eight years older than me and could be quite mean. If it had only been gleefully beating me at checkers game after game I would have been content that he was normal. Three events convinced me otherwise: he hanged me with bailing twine, buried me in a state gravel pile, and threw me off a porch - and worst of all, watched gleefully as a pet cat died after being cut in half by a hay mower. One sick guy and I decided I never wanted to be like that. He must have been an amateur scientist because he completely enjoyed trying to explain that I did not really exist because of quantum mechanics.
From our place, hers was logically west, followed by a horse field and the barn where I was hanged, followed by the mighty Clearwater River.
She had a television, the first I remember seeing. We were invited over on Saturday morning to watch it. I do not remember any programming but we often took advantage of it.
I remember being quite mean to her one time. I can't remember the exact circumstances but she irritated me greatly as I walked along the road by her front yard. As a result, I decided to pretend to throw rocks into her lawn. She called the police who interviewed me (and my sister) and we explained that we were only pretending because she had treated us so badly. I guess the air was cleared because we continued to associate.
Bud was at least eight years older than me and could be quite mean. If it had only been gleefully beating me at checkers game after game I would have been content that he was normal. Three events convinced me otherwise: he hanged me with bailing twine, buried me in a state gravel pile, and threw me off a porch - and worst of all, watched gleefully as a pet cat died after being cut in half by a hay mower. One sick guy and I decided I never wanted to be like that. He must have been an amateur scientist because he completely enjoyed trying to explain that I did not really exist because of quantum mechanics.
From our place, hers was logically west, followed by a horse field and the barn where I was hanged, followed by the mighty Clearwater River.
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