Pee-Wee Memories of Blood and Geese

When I think of growing up at 851 Nebraska, a lot of memories flood back into my mind.  Some are great, but more than a few are pretty bloody.

To this day, if you type in our old address into showmystreet.com, you will see the big iron wagon wheels that Dad cemented into the ground beside the front porch. Mom used them as trellises for her rose bushes.

When I was two or three, I fell into those roses and was suspended in mid-air, trapped and bleeding for what seemed like an eternity.  I’ve hated rose bushes ever since.

But the blood loss in the rose bused paled into insignificance when compered to

I also remember bleeding in the front yard when I was maybe 4 or 5. My best friend Steve Madden and I were racing through the house, probably screaming “ponado comin,'” as you do in Oklahoma.

Steve ran out the back storm door, as always. But this time it closed and latched right when I got there.  So when I hit the glass at full speed, my right arm went right through it, slicing the entire underside open to the bone.

I remember Mom wrapping my arm in a white towel that was blood red by the time we got to the doctor.  I still have the scar, but there was no lingering mental trauma. That was reserved for Pee-Wee.

Pee-Wee The Evil Pecker 

One Easter, somebody gave us kids cute little chicks, all dyed different colors. It was a common thing back then, and the chicks usually died in a day or two.

Mine did not.  Turns out he wasn’t a duck.  He was a gander goose, who grew bigger and meaner by the day.  Within a few months, he’d claimed the entire back yard for himself.

If I dared go outside, he’d spread his wings, charge me and thwack my head with his evil beak.  I was terrified of Pee-Wee.

Even so, he was my demon goose. So when he got disappeared one day by my Dad, after he had drawn blood with a particularly hard head-thwack, I cried and cried.

My parents made up a story about taking Pee-Wee to a lovely farm, where he beat up the resident goose and assumed a whole gaggle of girly geese.

That made me feel a whole lot better.




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