A Thanksgiving Memory

One of the wonderful memories I have of Thanksgiving as a young kid growing up in Dayton, Ohio is when my Dad sent me and my two friends Eddie and "The Jer", downtown to buy a live turkey.

 

It was kind of a passed down tradition I guess... My two older brothers, Dave and Ricky,  always got the dreaded chore of picking out the live turkey...and they seemed to hate it....but when it came my time..I couldn't wait.....I looked forward to the day when I would have a chance to ride the bus downtown, go to the Arcade and look at all of the plump birds and decide which one would feed our family on Thanksgiving.

 

The year was 1958 and I had just turned ten years old. It wasn't any big deal back then riding the bus from my house into downtown Dayton. The neat part was it stopped right in front of my house and sometimes the driver would sit there for a few minutes to either take a smoke break or adjust his schedule if he was runnin' ahead of time.

 

I called Eddie and "The Jer" and told them, "Today is the day...we're going turkey huntin".

 

About 10 minutes later, I heard the familiar sound outside my window  of what sounded like a hoot owl......it was "The Jers" way of signalin' me that he was outside and waitin' on me....We both would do it at each other's houses...3 loud Hoo Hoo Hoos...followed by  another phrase...."Oh Skeeter" or "Oh Jerry"..dependin' on who was callin' who.

 

"The Jer" never really liked comin' in my house....although he was always welcomed....my brothers would kinda stare at him and wonder why he was so odd....Ricky would do the fake punch-like thing  and make "The Jer" flinch and then laugh at him.

 

 

We went outside and just then Eddie showed up on his Schwinn bike that had been put together with spare parts...Eddie was limpin' a little when he got off the bike from a slight injury he had the previous day when he got his pant leg caught in the bicycle chain and it flipped him over the handlebars and he scraped his leg.

 

We were in luck and didn't have to wait long for the bus......a lot of people from the neighborhood would walk to our house and stand there and wait on the bus...in the summertime, it was a great place to sell Kool Aid for ten cents....but a lot of the little girls in the neighborhood, particularly a little Asian girl from two blocks away,  were forbidden to walk near "The Kender Boy's House"....in case one of us was out there throwin' water balloons or in some cases...shootin' a moon....but for the most part it was a safe neighborhood.

 

We climbed on what we referred to the electric bus as the "yellow banana" and proceeded to walk to the rear...Back then, we never had a problem about going to the rear of the bus...heck, it was where you could do stuff and not get caught. "The Jer" started to look around for any loose change and Eddie stared out the window lookin' for that little Asian girl.

 

Around Helena Street, a couple of greasers got on board  and walked back our way....one of them, with his duck tail haircut all slicked down, gave us one of the fake punch things and made us jump...and he laughed with his yellow teeth showin and then did it two more times. His buddy proceeded to carve his initials with his switchblade in the back of the bus seat metal brace and we kinda kept our heads down and didn't watch..but I saw "The Jer" lookin and I could tell he was wantin' to do the same thing.

 

We got off the bus, just before we got downtown...and right before the bus crossed the Little Miami River. This river was one of several in the Dayton area that some how, some way, found it's waters eventually pouring into the great Ohio River...we always dreamed about takin a raft down the Little Miami but that day the only thing on our mind was gettin' that turkey.

 

After we got off the bus, we walked to the bridge...it was kind of a routine we had always done....we got off the bus...crossed halfway over the bridge and stood there and spit for about 10 minutes. "The Jer" was real good at spittin' and he also could let his spit hang down for almost a foot and then let it go....sometimes he would even suck it back into his mouth and we would all just about gag watchin' him.

 

We crossed the river and headed down Main Street...It was Saturday morning and as usual  Jack Wymer from WING, a local radio station, was doin his Saturday morning, "Man on the Street Show".....we stood there and watched and made some loud bird noises in hopes that we could disrupt the show...."The Jer" even tried to make fart sounds with his hand in his armpit  and see if the microphone could pick up the sound....the assistant ran us off after a few minutes.

 

A few blocks later, we got to the Arcade....the giant tall glass doors reflected our images as we walked in and we all made faces at ourselves.....The Arcade was host for a number of businesses including the best soft pretzels in the world....Also, it was the first place I ever had a hot pastrami on an onion roll which today still is my favorite sandwich. We looked all around , eatin' free samples and would stop to watch as the butcher would chop off the heads of big glassy eyed fish with one whack of his cleaver.

 

We headed over to the live turkey and chicken area. The place kinda had the birds outside because the poop smell was so horrible...you would look around at which bird you wanted being careful not to let one peck at you or get his spurs in you. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a big ole Tom and I thought.."Yep, that's the one".

 

The shopkeeper grabbed him by his neck and said..."Do you want me to dress him here?".....Well, "The Jer" he just started laughin and almost spittin his one fake false tooth out and me and Eddie stared in bewilderment not knowin what in the heck the guy meant....I mean was he gonna put clothes on this turkey? ...He just stared at us and said "$2.00" and began helping the next customer.

 

I grabbed the turkey by the legs and stuffed him in a gunny sack that I had thought to bring with me. I had never gone with my brothers, but at least I knew I had to carry him somehow. He was a floppin all around and makin' kind of a racket and "The Jer" banged the sack on the cement floor and he kinda quieted down. 

 

After payin' for the turkey, our bus fare (10 cents each) down, and allowing for 30 cents to get back home....I had enough money to buy a bag of popcorn that we all shared and a coke with 3 straws.

 

We went out of the Arcade and got on the east side of Main Street and waited for the next bus that said "Redwood" in the sign on top. The ole Tom started flappin again when we got on the bus and the driver gave us a eagle-eye glare and asked what was in the bag......"The Jer", who was always quick on his feet with a good lie, said...."Oh, it's my accordion, I think I forgot to turn it off".....we headed to the back of the bus and on our way home with "The Jer" lookin for more loose change and Eddie and I starin out the window and wonderin' if the gum underneath the seat had been any of ours from the trip down......not that we would eat it or nuthin'.

 

After we got home...Eddie got on his bike, but first strappin' his pants to his leg and dreadin' the pump up Wampler Drive, one of the steepest hills in the world....."The Jer" came inside and we used the bathroom together tryin to cross our pee streams and at the same time tryin' to sink my Dad's cigarette butts that he had flipped in there. "The Jer headed home after Ricky gave him a fake-punch and made him flinch again and I went in and watched television on our little yellow screen Zenith.

 

A little while later Dad hollered..."Tommy, where's that turkey I sent you to get?".......I had left it outside cuz it was startin' to smell read bad from all of the turkey poop it was makin.

 

I hollered back "He's in the garage"......Dad came in and said..."Why in the world didn't you put him in the refrigerator?..."

I laughed and said "He woulda pecked me to pieces"

Dad said, "Is he alive?"

I said, "Well, he was last time I checked"

Dad shook his head and said something about him needin to go to confession for the cuss words he was thinkin'

Mom came in and tried to console me and said..."Tommy, I think when your Dad sent you for the live turkey, he wanted you to get it dressed afterwards"..."Didn't the butcher ask you that?"........I looked bewildered again and she just smiled......that was Mom. 

I looked at her and said......."Dang it Mom...how come growin' up is so hard."

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

Are you, your brother's keeper?

 Editor's note: My neighbor, Adolph Enthoven,  has since passed away. ( UT Dallas Mourns Accounting Expert ) He died on  Mar. 15 as a result of complications from his fall and UTD will have a memorial service for him on Apr. 24th. I've been asked to say a few words since I was his neighbor. As I wrote last year in the below blog, I guess I wasn't much of a neighbor...but perhaps it's a way for Adolph to continue teaching certain lessons even in the afterlife....

Today I had a message on the recorder from a woman at nearby University of Texas at Dallas (UTD). There was some anxiety in her voice yet she was determined to find some needed help. She said she was the assistant to a professor who happens to be a neighbor of mine....She was concerned about his well being and asked if I could help her.

Adolph, my neighbor, has lived in his home for over 25 years. He does in fact teach at UTD, but I couldn't tell you what subject. He has been our neighbor on two different occasions. but I couldn't tell you his last name  I've known the man for some time...and yet, as I said, I am ashamed to say I knew very little about him. .Previously, we lived two doors away from him  and since then,  we have moved back to the neighborhood. .... now he lives only 7 or 8 doors away.  Adolph is part of the 28 home owner membership in our Home Owner's Association. He is quiet but friendly. He is distant, yet gracious. In all of these years, I have never seen any visitors at his home. He minds his own business and we mind ours.

Anyone who has been around me actually knows that I know too much about their lives. It's not that I'm being nosy, I guess it just goes back to my newspaperin' days...Get the facts.....Yet, I know little of Adolph

But today, I had to enter into his world.

For years, I would see him push a manual lawn mower, the old kind without an engine as he labored to mow his lawn. I remember when we were two doors down I had offered to mow his yard but he was content with his method. A month or two ago, some workers in the neighborhood found Adolph slumped in his yard. They alerted a neighbor and the firemen came and revived him. The firemen also finished mowing his yard.



Donna, the assistant, was concerned because she had not heard from Adolph. for two days. He had gone home sick on Tuesday and said he would call on Wednesday and let her know how he was doing. He never called. Today, Thursday, she tried to call him again like she had done the day before....nothing.....no emails, no phone calls. She became very concerned and yet as we had discussed on the phone, she knows he is a very private person and although she has worked for him for 15 years, she knew which lines she could and couldn't cross. But as I said, she was determined.

Apparently Adolph had our phone number either as an emergency contact, although we barely know him or it could be the assistant had our number since Pattye, my wife,  is president of the HOA. Regardless, I returned the call. She asked if I could go and check on him.

I have to be honest.....I knew what I would find. I knew I would find his body and I would be frightened.I knew I would do whatever had to be done if he was still alive...but I was scared as hell.

I saw two newspapers in the driveway. I saw a mailbox full of mail..I knew what I would find next. I was ashamed I hadn't noticed these things earlier.

I knocked and then banged on the door..I hollered his name. I checked the windows....I noticed the AC wasn't running and yet it was 94 degrees. Adolph is known to be frugal... I prayed that he hadn't suffered a heat stroke by not keeping his house cool.

I knew I had to call the police and get in the house. They came as soon as they could and after several minutes of questions and phone calls...they broke open the door.

Adolph was in there. He was on the floor upstairs where he had lain for 2 days..... .But he was breathing. Paramedics arrived immediately and Adolph was taken to the local hospital..... I'll see him tomorrow.

I felt some shame because I hadn't been a better neighbor. I hadn't noticed the papers in his driveway. I felt blessed that I had been asked to check on him and was able to help in some little way to save his life. Although I had failed miserably at being my brother's keeper, I resolved to do better in the future.

If you've gotten to this point in this story, then I'll ask you to do one thing for me...for your neighbors sake, take a little time and check on them....none of us have such a busy day or a crowded schedule that we can't just call a neighbor, knock on a door and see how they are doing.

Growing up this was just the norm. We knew our neighbors. We took care of each other. We were our brother's keeper. Now our 8-foot fences separate our homes. Our lives have become private. We ask for nothing, we expect nothing. That's not right...Sometimes people need our care and watchful eye.

Thanks for listening.

A Sunday morning memory........people who influence your life

What was the moment in time that changed your life, or at the least,  opened your eyes and caused you to be where you are today? Was it a single event?  Was it an individual, .... perhaps a teacher who inspired you to follow in that profession?  Or did you feel like you never had a choice in the matter...or never wanted to choose?

Some of my early academic successes at Our Lady of Mercy

When the stars crossed and my  turn arrived to take a crack at the world, the event happened over the midwestern city of Dayton, Ohio. which was my birthplace, my hometown, .. and I guess it was written in the big book eons ago that this is where I would sort out the decisions I had to make, no one knows. ...you just took the ticket and got on board.

I was fortunate enough to attend a parochial grade school that gave me a solid foundation, and even after my repeated attempts to derail my train of life, I still managed to get out of there with all ten fingers and most of my knuckles still in working order. And then onward,  my attempts to what would be the continuation of my academic successes in life, my high school days at Fairview High School.  I have hundred of stories of those days that I share often, but back to the persons or events that helped make me who I am today. 

It was a high school Journalism teacher from Northridge High School, in Dayton Ohio. He was the manager of the Jewish Community Center during the summer, and I worked there each summer, from '66 through '69,  upon my return to Dayton from the University of Oklahoma. Ben Campbell, shared thoughts and ideas all day long and he told me in so many words, while his walrus-like moustache moved up and down as he spoke, "Life is going to throw you a whole lot of pitches...some fast balls, some curve balls and some right down the middle of the strike zone....just keep your eye on the ball and you'll know which one to hit.....swing at it like there's no tomorrow and you'll hit a home run".

I took Ben's advice and even though I struck out a few times and even occasionally got hit by the ball I've managed to find what I was searching for....I found that purpose.......I'm a story teller and that ain't half bad........and I think Ben would have liked that.

A Broken Wing and a Broken Heart

I live each day...just a day at a time....I live my life with the firm belief that things happen for a reason.....It's the only way I could have lived all of these years, if I wasn't supposed to be here for a reason......and dang it, it happened again today.

As luck would have it, there was a beautiful mottled pigeon kinda walkin' around the front yard with what appeared to be a broken wing. I didn't bother with it at first , hoping that maybe it would just go away and I wouldn't have to do anything...but I knew before the end of the day, we'd be dropping him off at a bird clinic somewhere.......and we did.

That was all and good...but the rest of the story is what breaks my heart.....we took the bird to the Richardson Animal Shelter after Pattye had checked around the Internet to see where we could get some assistance......I must tell you...this is a first class facility......it made me proud to be a citizen of Richardson, Tx. after seeing what a clean, orderly, friendly place that houses lost and abandoned pets.......

We dropped off the pigeon that I had captured and left it with the gentleman at the front desk after being reassured it would be taken care of......and then....and then...we should have just left...but we didn't......I asked if it was okay to look at the dogs.......

 

As I said the facility is spotless, the dogs have a "run" inside and outside, little nylon beds to get them up off the floor and plenty of room to exercise....they looked healthy and well taken care of despite the fact they were lost or abandon.

We've been dogless for over 12 years now ever since our English Springer Spaniel had to be put down. I have to admit, it's comfortable not having to worry about getting home to let the dog out or finding some way to have her cared for when we travel....but even still...it's nice to have that feeling of a dog at your feet at night.

So we walked the aisles several times looking at each dog, commenting on each one, wondering why they were in there...perhaps  lost or abused or who knows. Some were skittish, some were scared, some were hungry for love...each one kinda sayin "pick me, pick me".

Well, I saw a mixed kinda shepherd maybe, kinda spaniel...and she just was desperate to be petted. she's the black one near the end of the video that I spend a little time with. Actually, she's the farthest thing from what I have been looking for...I'm trying to find just a good ole' yeller dog that just kinda lays around...My days of runnin' and exercising and trainin' a dog are kinda over...I'm tired...I just want to put my hand down, have it licked and that's about it....but Dang it, "Molly", (we named her already) just wanted to be loved.....

We took her outside and walked her around...she was wanting to run and was pretty high strung but as I talked to her she calmed down and just waited for her next command while her ole tongue hung out the side of her mouth. We talked about if we were making the right choice living such a long time dogless and quite honestly, Patttye was more onboard with this than I was.

We went back inside and decided to adopt her......Richardson had discounted the fee to only $3.00 in conjunction with this weekend's Wildflower Festival and we discussed it some more....

At that point, I decided I just wasn't sure if Molly would be the calm dog I was looking for. I just wasn't sure. My plans were to have her with me all day long, riding in the cab of my truck....bein' at my feet at home...but I was a little concerned how she would be when left alone at certain times of the day..........

I took her back to her cage......rubbed her ears and told her, "Molly. you'll find a good home"....she looked at me and said "What did I do wrong?"

Tonight, I'm blogging ...both to pass the time and to tell you my story..........I wish Molly was at my feet.......I might just go there tomorrow and bring her home.

A Mothers Day Message

Hi Mom. 

Happy Mother's Day...I know. I know....I don't call enough....I'm sorry....Yes, I know you like hearing from me and yes, I agree, calling you on Mother's Day is like going to church once a year on Easter.

Dave. Me, Mom and Ricky

So...how are you feeling?.....I know you don't have any pain any more and for that I'm happy. And, I know you get to see Dad everyday now. I'm sure he's enjoyin' himself and probably reading and taking naps whenever he wants to. 

I'm sure you and Ruth Dilts talk everyday now, just like you did for practically every day of your lives.  I can't believe you find new things to talk about each day.

Things are okay in Dallas, but I hear and read the landscape is changing in Dayton.....Fairview and Colonel White are now gone and they're tearing down Julienne as well. Loos is gone too but Our Lady of Mercy is still there....Shawen Acres is soon to be nothing but rubble. We did save the stained glass windows at Fairview High School  that you commented on one time. I guess I never noticed them at the time while going to school.

Dave's feeling a lot better ever since his what he likes to refer to as a heart  "incident" and Ricky finally has that little grandbaby he has always wanted and  I know he'll be a great grandpa. I know he misses Ann, but I know you are taking care of her there with you.

I still take it a day at a time and I finally went to the doctor and got a pretty good report. I finally gave up smoking after 50 some years and I kinda watch what I eat.

I'm working hard to finish my book......yes, I know some of the stories are a little embarrassing...but heck, I think people will enjoy them.

Say "Hi" to "The Jer" for me and Eddie. Eddie reminds me each day of some of the crazy things we did growing up and I know you prayed every night I would come home safe. I guess God heard your prayers. 

I miss you and think of you daily. Several of my friends have been joining you these past few years and I know you watch out for them. 

I'm stayin' out of trouble for the most part and I kinda try to be a good person like you taught me to do. 

I love you, Mom,

Tommy