The Old Man on September 26th, 2008
Gail is one of my sisters. This story is going to be about a very nice lady. During our school days we rode the same school bus to school. We lived eleven miles out of town. We did a lot of things together and had a lot of fun. One day on the way home from school the bus driver stopped at and old country store, a few of us boys went into the store and bought a candy bar. We got back on the bus, my Sister ask me if she could have a piece I said no. When the bus arrived at our house she jumped off and ran into the house. I could here her calling Mom, Mom said yes Baby what is wrong. Gail was crying she said Wendell bought a candy bar at the store and he would not share it with me. Mom looked up at me and said son go to your room. I knew at that moment trouble was brewing and it was coming my way. When Mom entered the room, I can’t describe the look she had on her face and I am not going to tell you what happen in the next thirty minutes in the room. Do you remember in the last story I wrote I told you about that little smile Gail had. When I came out of the room Gail was standing there with that same little smile on her face. Nothing more was said to me about the candy bar that evening. The next day the bus driver stopped again. We bought our candy bar and got back on the bus. I usually don’t sit with Gail but today was a different day. As I was unwrapping the candy bar I looked up at her and there was this smile again. I broke the candy bar in half and gave her half of it. She said “thanks Brother”. Sitting there eating I felt great for I had shared my candy bar with my “SISTER” Gail
OK, OK I will share part of the bed room experience with you. For about twenty five minutes Mom gave me lecture’s. One of the lectures was about when you bring something home to eat you had better have enough for every one or you will share it with every one. Think of it this way. You have three sisters, and one brother so how much of the candy bar would be your share????????????????. “Oh” by the way, if you had to add Dad and Mom to that list, you might as well throw the candy bar out the “back door.”
The Old Man says “Sometimes the love of someone touches the hearts of many people at one time. This story was written by request of my sister Johnny-Lou”!