http://www.amosfamily.com/2009/12/edmund-c-thomas-jr/ Tue, 07 Feb 2012 17:05:27 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.amosfamily.com/2009/12/edmund-c-thomas-jr/comment-page-1/#comment-4044 Eugene Thomas Thu, 31 Dec 2009 21:51:13 +0000 http://www.amosfamily.com/?p=5590#comment-4044 Remembrances are a strange thing. Edmund and I were separated by 13 years so we were not the play together brothers some others had. He was the studious kind, I was the go play in the park kind. I remember eating ice cubes one summer when I was very young and getting one stuck in my throat. Edmund picked me up by my legs and shook me upside down dislodging the ice cube. I remember things like sitting on our parent’s front porch in the late 1930’s shelling and eating a bag of peanuts he had bought on Minnesota Avenue. The store had peanut shells on strings hanging to cover the walls. I remember him down in our parent’s basement with a bunch of chemicals, mixing lord knows what, with the occasional somewhat unpleasant smell. I remember going for a ride in our Mom & Dad’s new 1937 Chevrolet with “Knee Action” that was supposed to smooth out all bumps in the road. Well it didn’t. We went along Powell Ave and hit the dips at 30th St and Edmund and I in the back seat hit the roof of the car. When I was in high school I inherited some of his clothes. One item being the most fantastic leather jacket that could be reversed to a cloth jacket. I wore it out. When I went to school I heard “Why can’t you be more like your brother and study?” The answer of course is that we were two different people Like I said remembrances are a strange thing. One thing very important is “I don’t have any bad memories”. Remembrances are a strange thing. Edmund and I were separated by 13 years so we were not the play together brothers some others had. He was the studious kind, I was the go play in the park kind. I remember eating ice cubes one summer when I was very young and getting one stuck in my throat. Edmund picked me up by my legs and shook me upside down dislodging the ice cube. I remember things like sitting on our parent’s front porch in the late 1930’s shelling and eating a bag of peanuts he had bought on Minnesota Avenue. The store had peanut shells on strings hanging to cover the walls. I remember him down in our parent’s basement with a bunch of chemicals, mixing lord knows what, with the occasional somewhat unpleasant smell. I remember going for a ride in our Mom & Dad’s new 1937 Chevrolet with “Knee Action” that was supposed to smooth out all bumps in the road. Well it didn’t. We went along Powell Ave and hit the dips at 30th St and Edmund and I in the back seat hit the roof of the car. When I was in high school I inherited some of his clothes. One item being the most fantastic leather jacket that could be reversed to a cloth jacket. I wore it out. When I went to school I heard “Why can’t you be more like your brother and study?” The answer of course is that we were two different people
Like I said remembrances are a strange thing.
One thing very important is “I don’t have any bad memories”.

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