If you have sibblings, you knew that they knew you had hot buttons. They would push one or more of those hot buttons every chance they got. I had, and still have, a younger brother, and older sister. When we all still lived at home we did plenty of button pushing which usually ended up in a fight of some sort.
But no one could get my goat like my very own father, who claimed he loved me. Here's the deal. Burr Oak had a group of guys that got together often and played checkers. I wished I knew who all played, but that's beside the point. My uncle Ivan Patnode and my dad were the only two I remember. Daddy would come home from town and talk about the checker games like as if it were a major sport. Undeniably, my father was a good checker player.
I too liked to play games, and my dad was always trying to get me to play checkers with him. I wouldn't play with him because I didn't know how to play. "Oh I'll teach you" said my father. One evening I gave in and sat down at the checkerboard and chose the red checkers. We began to play. I didn't know what to do. Daddy said to just move one of your checkers, except you can't go backwards unless you're a king. So I moved my checker. Daddy would say to me "MY! That was a poor move." I didn't like his tone of voice at all. And worse, he wouldn't tell me why it was a poor move. I don't know if it's possible, but it seemed like to me, he swept me off the board in just a few moves. And every, single time I moved, he'd say "MY! that was a poor move." I swore I'd never play with him again. But I did. The last game I every played him and he told me what a poor move I had made I was enraged. By the end of the game I was fit to be tied. I told him I was never, ever, ever, going to play checkers with him again. And I didn't,
My mother refused to play checkers with him too. I think I understand why. It was not in the best interest of family harmony.
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Now, I understand everything. You had a checkered past, Connie. What am I to think, now that I know?
ReplyDeleteCuz Peter