| I am no doubt responsible for at least 99% of every one of the many scars that Tim and our sister Sue have. This is just an example of one of many accounts. More will follow in later stories. Tim and I were around 11 or 12 and were out in the garden "chopping" out carrots with hoes. I can not recall the reason why, but it was in the Fall and the carrots were probably too bitter to eat by then or, more likely, we were just doing it for "kicks and grins". We were both swinging our hoes high in the air with the rhythum of a Georgia chain gang and laboriouly chopping the carrots below ground level. As usual, I was not paying close attention and on one very high powerful downstroke, hit Tim on top of his right wrist, causing it to bleed profusely. It's a good thing I hit the TOP of his wrist instead of the BOTTOM, or it would have looked like a potential suicide! He, of course, was shuffled off to the local Doctor to have yet another session of stitches applied. In growing up, I suppose that due to myself, that Tim and Sue had more thread used on their skin than a size 44 long Zoot Suit! He still has the scar (among many others, thanks to me)! Most everyone who knows me say that I could mess up a trainwreck! Very true! As a result, bomb diffusing and brain surgery are 2 of the MANY fields I have chosen not to enter at all costs! |
