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Well, this thread has slowed up, thus triggering my story telling mode...here we go, with some stories...

Tales of the childhood days of my dad and his younger sister, my wonderful Aunt Helen...

Now one must keep in mind that my dad was the firstborn, he being two years older than Helen...and my grandmother, was particularly fond of boys, and often my dad got spoiled rotten, while poor aunt Helen bore the brunt of my grandmothers anger...

My dad was supposed to have been a spoiled rotten, naughty young boy...my grandmother thought he was perfect, and could never do any wrong...and he worked that to his advantage...he was also interested in everything and very curious...

Growing up as they did in the 20s and 30s, my dad was always fascinated by the 'movies'...their local movie theatre changed movie showings a couple of times during the week...my dad always 'snuck' into the show, very rarely ever paying...surprisingly he rarely got caught, and when he did, my grandmother, of course, denied that her sweet boy would do such a thing...

One time my dad was on his way to school...he always rode his bike to be speedy quick, while aunt Helen, who had no bike, always walked with her girlfriends...one time, when my dad was speeding to school, he noticed one of his classmates, in a field, seemingly hiding a box under a tree...that got my dads interest...this boys dad owned one of the local grocery stores, and the boy usually did home deliveries...

So on his way home from school at lunchtime, my dad speeded to the field, and found the box...sure enough, it was full of things to be delivered from the store...apparently the boy did not have enough time to make his delivery before school, so he put the box in the field, for safe keeping, until he could return later...well, too late, my dad got into that box, and ate those things he liked, like some cookies and crackers...the delivery boy saw my dad, and ran after him, but dad got on his bike and speeded home...

The boy ran after dad, walked up on the porch at dads home, told grammie "Your Jacks a thief"...grammie said, "He is not", and with that, grammie smacked that kid across the face...now today she would be arrested..but in that time, grammie so frightened that kid, that the kid himself went back to the store and replace the missing goodies, having to explain to his dad what had happened...of course, he could not prove anything, so things were left at that...

Then one time Aunt Helen was invited over to a friends house, for some home made ice cream...my dad was not invited, and boy, was he mad...so he got tricky...he peered into the window, as just as the ice cream maker had dones its trick, and everyone was about ready to have their ice cream, my dad went to the door, rang the bell, asked for Aunt Helen, and told Helen, "Ma said to come, RIGHT NOW"...Helen ran out, and home...when she asked grammie what she wanted, grammie said she never told my dad to get her...Helen ran back to her friends house, and of course, all the ice cream was gone, and Helen never did get any...

Then another time, a friend came over to grammies house with a her new waffle iron, and they were going to make waffles for dad and Helen for lunch, when they got there from school..of course, dad got there first, on his speedy bike...he had his waffles, and was happy...then when the ladies were not looking, he got up on a chair, and stretched to where the waffle iron was plugged in, in an outlet high up, next to a cupboard..he unplugged it, but then somehow rigged it, to make it appear as if it was plugged in...

When Helen arrived, the waffle iron had cooled down, and they could not get it to cook...they looked up at the outlet, and from their position, it looked plugged in, and they could not figure out, why the waffle iron would not work...poor Helen, never did get her waffles...

Then another time they were going swimming...dad went ahead of everyone, again on his speedy bike...he got to the swimming hole, dived in, hit bottom, and split his head, and had to be taken to the hospital...poor Helen, never got into the water...

My old dad, sure was a scamp when a kid, and poor Helen got the brunt end of it...but in spite of all that, they loved each other dearly, and as they grew into adults, they would and did do anything in the world for each other...