Thursday, February 25, 2016
Karen, I never did get to know you , as I moved to the Kingston area before you became part of our family. Your big brother Keith however; I did know quite well. The clearest memory of your mom that has stayed with me .......... involved your brother. We ,mostly, got along very well, but there were times when our friendship ,sort of resembled that of my brother Ernie, and your late uncle Glen. There were times ,when the competition for MOST HOME RUNS ON THE SCHOOL BALL FEILD ........ or for the ATTENTIONS OF GIRL FREINDS ,,,, led to minny battles between Keith and myself. In those days of our youth, we ,both had to be at our best every day. ........... or else another good friend, the debonair David Greer ,could take your girl away. ********* ***** I know this is getting long. .... but one day ,in the spring of 1962 Keith and I decided to .... Fight all the way Home. From one ditch to the other, we done battle, ........... sometimes laughing, most of the time very serious and determined. At about 5:20 PM we literally rolled into Cora Burchell,s front yard .......with torn shirts, torn pants, scoffed and bruised faces. We knew, full well ,that it should be only .. 4:20 ... Not 5 :20. at tis point. Well .... we got the message loud and clear ...... that your mom was NOT A HAPPY LADY .. AT THAT MOMENT !!!! SHE BLASTED US GOOD ............ THERE WAS NO MISTAKING HER MESSAGE, ..but one thing I always respected, about Mrs. Burchill ----- she did NOT tell my dad or else I, Denzil Beaupre, would not have lived until age 66 , still remembering THE BEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES.
