The funny thing is I think I look a lot my uncle. As I look through pictures, I want to understand why he was the way he was. I see strength and uniqueness in this “beast” of a man. I don’t know what it is that makes his life so intriguing but I have to keep delving into the unknown abyss.
I just found something I wrote a while back. It’s the beginning of a story that is giant portion of my recollection of my uncle.
“Hey pretty girl, won’t you look my way,
you can bet you’ll make this ol’ boy’s day,
hey pretty girl, won’t you look my way”
I heard this song and a flood of memories came over me. The low husky voice, those words..
A Sunday morning 8 am, to a 8 year old is THE most boring time. All my friends were in church. My Grandma spent the night with me while Mama was out and there was no way in hell Grandma was going to a church. The closest she ever got was watching Jimmy Swaggart. That was her religion.
I was bored. I went outside and kicked the gravel in the driveway. I was pretty disturbed. I missed my Daddy so much. He worked out of town and came home every other weekend. A old truck rolls down Cypress Drive. This is odd because all the neighbors were in church. Our street was out of the way for somebody to just be passing by. A dark haired man was hanging out the passenger side window. They slowed down at the driveway. So I started to walk towards them. The man asked if my Daddy was home. I said, “No sir, he is working in South Carolina”. He asked me if I was alone. I said, “ No sir, my Grandma was inside the house.” He nodded and the truck drove on. A few minutes later, the truck came back the other way. This time the man was driving. He stopped in front of the house again. Again I walked up to him. He said smiling “Hey pretty girl, you wanna come home with me?”
I said, “No sir, I was just waiting on my Mama. She should be home soon.” I thought maybe he was friend of Daddy’s. He was more interested in knowing about him than anything. Something about the man looked familiar but I didn’t know why.
The old truck drove away. I went back inside. I told Grandma that Daddy’s friends were asking about him. And she asked me if I told them he was out of town and I said “Yes, m’am I told them he’s working out of South Carolina”. She looked out the kitchen window and the truck was driving by again. She told me to go play in my room. I didn’t have anything better to do. She got on the phone and was talking. Then the phone rang and she was yapping some more. It was a little unusual. Grandma wasn’t the social butterfly that talked on the phone very much. I think I fell asleep on my bed. The next thing I remember Grandma was talking to Uncle Mike in California. That was just odd. Then all of a sudden my mother flies in the door. She grabs me and tells me to get a couple of toys that we were going to California……that’s where the weird got even weirder…….