okay. PEOPLE. ON THAT NOTE I NOW SAY THIS. TO THE READERS OF THIS WEBSITE. FOR THE RECORD, its NOW time to relate to you another true story and memory about my dad and me regarding this life.
in particular.
this ones simple but interesting. okay, straight forward and to the point.
it runs as follows.
one night about the year 1995 a d i was drinking booze at my poppys place.
with my daddy.
for the record,
we had a nice night. people.
we socialized. politely and laughed. like fathers and sons should do.
for the record.
it was a nice drinking get together. we had fun.
but all good times end. regarding this existence. thats why god gave us memories in this life.
to honor what is good.
in that regard.
so,'at the end of the day of this wonderful day i had with my father back in the year 1995 a d, i got ready to leave for my residence.
before i could depart though,
for the record, my
dad says to me
'kerry, son, you want to sleep in the sleeping bag tonight? your a bi drunk?
you should stay the night.''
'''well your a bit drunk too, for once too dad'' i said.
''but anyways
''okay, dad, i'll stay and crash for the night, here.'''.
'' so i did.
nothing that alarming about that. that's true.
the interesting part of this story and memory of me and my father is still to come people.
worded as follows:
so, to continue,
at about 3 in the morning, the phone rang.
it woke me first.
because i heard my dad a snooring. in his bedroom.
then, my dad woke when the phone rang two rings later.
i remember being too tired to pick up the phone. so i laid in my sleeping bag,..
anyways,
no sooner did dad wake up when i heard him walk incredibly quick towards zeee phone.
and a quick show began.
probably the fastest show ever.
as, without saying anything, ''at all' in fact- with not a peep or word out of his mouth, he quickly grabbed the phone he had raised us with , me jeff and winnie and him and my mother too, and picked it up, then pulled it towards him, yanking the chord right out of the wall, and then my dad, with lightning speed that even surprised me, that night, proceeded to throw the phone extremely hard into the living room wall.
he just missed the balcony glass door!
thank the lord for that.
and
that was the end of that phone.
then my dad calmly walked back to his bedroom and bed.
and went back to sleep.
in a matter of 'if i recall correctly'' about a minute.
aw the memories of my dad.
and me too. together. some strange. but still true.
i miss that old phone.
as said, it was the one dad raised us with. from a baby we had it. even at 39 cartier road i remember that phone.
but my dad got another old style dial telephone '''at''' i think the zellers, the next day.
never one to fool around. with sleep disturbances.
o yes. my dear ol dad.
HOW DARE SOMEONE CALL Me FATHER AT 3 IN THE MORNING!'
'''''SEE KERRY?'''''
HE SAID TO ME IN THE MORNING.
AFTER WE BOTH HAD A GHOOoD NIGHTS SLEEP.
'''''SEE?
KERRY?
MY SON?
SEE?
I taught SUCH AN IDIOT who called here last night- WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY CALL HERE AT 3 IN THE FREAKING MORNING!'''''''
'''''YOU DON'T DO THAT TO ME.',''''''
MY DAD SAID TO ME THE NEXT DAY.
''''YES, DAD. YOU TAUGHT THAT CRAZY PERSON. yes, YOU DID.''''''
I SAID right BACK TO my DAD.
at that.
AW YES. theGOOD MEMORIES.
great memories, quite literally stated in fact.
SO,
THATS THE MEMORY Of MY FATHER AND ME WHICH I SHARE WITH YOU ALL TODAY.
ON THAT NOTE I SAY THIS.
I MISS MY FATHER..
AND
LOVE HIM VERY MUCH. TOO.
. MISS YOU ALWAYS POPS.
SINCERELY, WITHTRUE LOVE I DDRESS THIS MEMORY. HERE. SIGNED.
YOUR SON IN THIS LIFE.
. KERRY.
as this website is addressed in honor of my father, and as i am his son, AND AS I WROTE THIS WEBSITE SO- i will now leave the first comment on this site. in honor of jannes linker.
ReplyDeleteworded as follows.
here it is.
for the record,
as a child i listened to this man. people.
and the many ventures i had with this man. before he recently passed away. into eternity. regarding this existence.
and as i look back on the many ventures i had with this individual, i'll say, at the moment, only this stands out, presently.
which is this...:
while growing up , often sales people would call the house. moreover at night.
.
trying to sell something to my dad over the phone.
for the record.
it was interesting listening to my father reason with these sales people.
he would ask strange questions. like, can they deliver the merchandise the sales person was selling , that night for example. ya know?
regarding the company represented on the phone. supposedly.
things like that.
the conversation would carry on like that for a while actually. usually about 5 or ten minutes.
until the salesperson on the other end of the phone would ask my father his name.
at that point my father would say, '''my name? YOU WANT TO KNOW MY NAME?
hMMMNNNN? LETS SEEEE? WHATS MY NAME? yes. whats my name again? ? HMMNNN? LETS SEEE/ UMMMMM?
MY NAME IS........ UMMMM? MY NAME IS OOO YEAH!
MY NAME IS PETE HINES. EMKAY?
that ws my dads sobriquet in this life.
for everyone he didnt know.
or trust.
THEN, AFTER THAT,
USUALLY AT THIS POINT THAT POINT IN THE CONVERSATION- THE SALES PERSON WOULD ASK FOR OUR ADDRESS AND MY DAD WOULD SAY, ANTARTICA.
, THUS ENDED THE CONVERSATION. WHEN I ASKED MY DAD WHY HE DID SUCH THINGS INSTEAD OF JUST HANGING UP, MY DAD WOULD SAY, ''WELL, YA NEVER KNOW, YOUNG MAN.. THE SALESMAN MIGHT BE SELLING SOMETHING LEGIT.
SO I TOY WITH THEM, BOY. TIL IAM SURE
YA SEE BOY?
I' THEN ASK WHY HE NEVER GAVE HIS REAL NAME TO THE SALES PERSON. TO WHICH MY DAD WOULD SAY, 'ITS A DECOY NAME, SON. I KNEW A PETE HINES IN HOLLAND THAT I DIDNT LIKE GROWING UP.
MEAN CRUEL GUY. HURT PEOPLE.
YA SEE BOY?
SO IF THEY EVER DECIDE TO COME AFTER ANYBODY BECAUSE OF SUCH A CONVERSATION THEY'LL GO AFTER THAT CRUEL GUY, INSTEAD OF MY FAMILY BOY!
SEE" I'M PROTECTING YOU WINNIE AND JEFF BY DOING THAT.
!
PAY ATTENTION BOY, EE? AND YOU'LL LEARN HOW TO DO WHATS CORRECT. JUST WATCH ME!''
MY DAD SAID AT THAT INTERVAL. ''
I SAID, 'OKAY, DAD. IF YOU SAY SO.
I WAS NEVER SUUURE IF MY DAD WAS OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT HIS HESITATING
IN GIVING HIS REAL NAME, PROBABLY MOST ASSUREDLY MADE THE SALESMAN REALIZE MY DAD WAS BEING MENDACIOUS.
BUT IT WAS FOR A GOOD PURPOSE. MY DAD WAS PROTECTING HIS FAMILY.
AND WHO KNOWS REALLY WHOSES ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A TELEPHONE, RIGHT?
THE POINT IS THAT. THOUGH. REGARDING THIS COMMENT HERE.
''MY NAME?'' MY DAD WOULD SAY.
YOU WANNA KNOW MY NAME?
UMMMMMM? UHHHH? UUHHH PETE HINES. YEAH THAT'S IT.? RIGHT GUYS? MY NAME IS PETE HINES.''' MY DAD WOULD SAY.
TO THE SALES MAN ON THE TELEPHONE.
TRYING TO SELL MY DAD SOMETHING. IT WAS FUNNY.
FUNNIER THEN ANY COMEDY SIT COM I CAN THINK OF.
THATS FOR SURE.
MY DAD, THE COMEDIAN, IN THIS LIFE.
WHETHER HE MEANT TO BE OR NOT.
IT SIMPLY WAS HIS WAY.
IN PROTECTING HIS FAMILY.
AND
GOD BLESS HIM...
THAK YOU.