MARTHA FOSTER:
Like the time in Dallas when you (Harold Boyte) were trying to tease the boy next door by building a little fence between our houses. You were hammering on the fence to his house when the kid next door came out and started screaming at us. We stopped and he went back in the house. You kept sending another one of us kids to hammer awhile until the kid would come back out and scream at us. I think he finally started stepping over the fence at the back to come get us when Mother walked out of the house. The kid stopped in midair.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Scissor Darts
HAROLD BOYTE
I also remember when Bill was 4-5 years and he done something to make Martha mad. He was smaller that Martha so he just ran scared to death. Well Martha was not going to let get away. She had a pair of scissors in her hand and was able to throw and stick them in Bills arm at about 10 feet. That was a good shot. :)
MARTHA FOSTER
Oh, No, Harold. You remember the story wrong. Bill got mad at and and he threw the scissors at me and was able to stick them in my arm. I still have the scar. Mother took me to the hospital later that day and they said we had waited too long to bring me in so they didn’t sew it up. It was a very pronounced scar for many many years. That scar was always the way I could remember which arm was my right arm. I had forgotten about that. I can barely turn my arm far enough around to see the scar now but I went to the mirror and sure enough it is still there.
I also remember when Bill was 4-5 years and he done something to make Martha mad. He was smaller that Martha so he just ran scared to death. Well Martha was not going to let get away. She had a pair of scissors in her hand and was able to throw and stick them in Bills arm at about 10 feet. That was a good shot. :)
MARTHA FOSTER
Oh, No, Harold. You remember the story wrong. Bill got mad at and and he threw the scissors at me and was able to stick them in my arm. I still have the scar. Mother took me to the hospital later that day and they said we had waited too long to bring me in so they didn’t sew it up. It was a very pronounced scar for many many years. That scar was always the way I could remember which arm was my right arm. I had forgotten about that. I can barely turn my arm far enough around to see the scar now but I went to the mirror and sure enough it is still there.
Aunt Bill's Flower Bed
HAROLD BOYTE
Well there may have been a few weak moments where we would stray and maybe turn a little mean:
I remember I got mad at "Aunt Bill" aka Uncle Harris wife (Mother's Brother) but I don't know why. They lived next door to us on "the cotton mill" block and I did like any other 4-5 year boy and pulled the flowers up in her flower bed. I wanted to teach her not to mess with me.
Well there may have been a few weak moments where we would stray and maybe turn a little mean:
I remember I got mad at "Aunt Bill" aka Uncle Harris wife (Mother's Brother) but I don't know why. They lived next door to us on "the cotton mill" block and I did like any other 4-5 year boy and pulled the flowers up in her flower bed. I wanted to teach her not to mess with me.
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