Uncle Fred
Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 11:18 am
An old uncle with an odd sense of humour can cause a lot of worry too.
When my brother 'Jimmie' was three and a bit years old he was playing in the orchard behind our house where the clothes line ran from the laundry towards the lavatory up the back yard.
Mum had some sheets hanging on the line and one of them had a slight rip in it - about a foot long.
Jimmie put his head through the slit and proceeded to swing back and forth turning his body with each swing until such time as he couldn't run or swing any further. He'd almost choked himself.
Uncle Fred, grandma's brother happened along as Mum was pannicking in an attempt to cut the young fella free. Uncle saved him from suffocating with his pocket knife and all was well.
When uncle went home he saw grandma in town and told her that Jimmie Daniel had hanged hisself.
More panic, another disaster in our little town. Jimmie Daniel was a kind old gentleman, my fathers cousin aged in his sixties, whom grandma assumed was now the 'late Jimmie Daniels'
She spread the news like wild fire around the village, as not evryone had a phone connected and then rang my mother to tell her the sad news. Mum was distraught and rang uncle Fred to tell him of the disaster . . .
She swore she would kill old Fred next time he came out to the farm.
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'Only half the lies I tell are the truth. . . '
When my brother 'Jimmie' was three and a bit years old he was playing in the orchard behind our house where the clothes line ran from the laundry towards the lavatory up the back yard.
Mum had some sheets hanging on the line and one of them had a slight rip in it - about a foot long.
Jimmie put his head through the slit and proceeded to swing back and forth turning his body with each swing until such time as he couldn't run or swing any further. He'd almost choked himself.
Uncle Fred, grandma's brother happened along as Mum was pannicking in an attempt to cut the young fella free. Uncle saved him from suffocating with his pocket knife and all was well.
When uncle went home he saw grandma in town and told her that Jimmie Daniel had hanged hisself.
More panic, another disaster in our little town. Jimmie Daniel was a kind old gentleman, my fathers cousin aged in his sixties, whom grandma assumed was now the 'late Jimmie Daniels'
She spread the news like wild fire around the village, as not evryone had a phone connected and then rang my mother to tell her the sad news. Mum was distraught and rang uncle Fred to tell him of the disaster . . .
She swore she would kill old Fred next time he came out to the farm.
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'Only half the lies I tell are the truth. . . '
