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The Early Years More Hanover St

I remember a couple more things about Hanover St. I think I was about 3 years old at the time. One day I was playing on the sidewalk in front of the house. There were two tricycles out there, but I don't remember either of my brothers being there with me. One of them was probably out there earlier, but went somewhere else to play. So I somehow hooked the tricycles together with a rope. I got on the one in front and pedalled down the sidewalk. A couple of houses further down the street the street ended and there was a fence. The fence was made from tall boards and one of the boards was missing. Sometimes people would come through the fence apparently because it was a shortcut. When I got to the fence, I couldn't get the tricycles turned around. About that time, a man came through the whole in the fence and scared me. I left the tricycles and ran for the house screaming. I guess that's what you would expect from a kid that hides behind the couch during a thunderstorm.

My older brother always found more creative ways to get in trouble. There was an old garage in our back yard. Dad parked his car back there and my brother was drawn to mechanical things even at that age. I guess he found some paint in the garage one day and proceeded to paint the headlights on Dad's car. After many years of practice, he finally got good enough at painting cars that he could do it without painting the headlights.

The Early Years Hanover St

My earliest memories were when we lived on Hanover St. in Charleston, SC. As I recall the house was a one and a half story house. My Uncle, my Father's brother, and his wife lived up stairs. There are a few things that stand out in my memory of those times. My baby brother had a scary fall down the stairs one day. I think he was trying to get up the steps on his hands and knees as he was barely able to walk. I have been accused of trying to take him up stairs by his hand and let him go when we got to the top. Since I don't remember, I am sure that is not true. Anyhow, he fell down the steps and the one or two teeth he had punctured his bottom lip. I think he still has a scar.

I don't know if Moms still tell kids these kinds of things, but there was a thunderstorm one day and lightning and thunder was popping all around the house. We were scared and I remember Mom telling us that if we didn't settle down and be quiet, the lightning would strike us. So we got on the floor behind the couch and shut our mouths. I still get behind the couch during a thunderstorm.