I see we have a post from Dick's son David. This is the first I've heard from Dick's Prodigal son. Very interesting, Dick being one who helped me at a time when I was at my lowest.
.I heard a lot of reride stories from Dick and Marion from the days in La Grand.
.I would like to give a few perspectives on our Uncles that might be a little enlightening as to what kind of people they were to others, outside of our personal engagements with them. As I would like to hear from you. As you know there are no perfect people, I will never make the claim of being better than anyone, I promise.
.It is my sincere wish to have an open and honest dialog with the family at the "Gathering" taken in the spirit of Honesty & Love.
.Please join in.
There are no perfect people, but we are all we have.
From the LMA------M.
3 comments:
Ohh, I'm crushed :(
I've always thought you were just right Mike...
Mike, Just looked at your Ranch web page, You are a lucky man.
Dave Murphy
So Mike, Did Uncle Marion tell you about the time he took Dewayne’s son and I out to the submarine races?
Marion had a new girlfriend and announced he and his girl were going out the next weekend. Wondering where they would go in La Grande we asked him.
He said he was going to take her to the submarine races.
Puzzled we exclaimed there were no submarines in La Grande. So he wasn’t telling the truth.
He said there were and he'd prove it by taking us along.
Well the rest of the week we wondered where we would go and what we'd see.
The weekend came and we got ready and Marion came by and introduced us to his new gal and asked if we were ready to go see some submarines race.
We said sure and off we went.
We drove off and he asked us if we wanted to get something to eat before the races and that he'd take us to the local burger drive-in. In the early 60's that was a treat.
As we sat in the back seat eating our fries and burger Uncle Marion snuck a kiss and we caught it and went into giggles and snickers for about a half hour. We finished at the burger joint and away we went, not knowing where we were going.
As we approached the road leading to the lookout point on the mountain we told Marion there were no submarines on a mountain but he drove to the top and parked, turned the motor and lights off.
He turns and told us, Boys just look over the city and you'll see a submarine go across the city if you look hard enough.
Well while we stared hard and long and we caught those two exchanged affections.
That lasted about 5 minutes until we finally figured out this whole thing was about that mushy stuff and we let him know it.
So the gig was up and he started the car and back to the house we went.
The next day mother and my Dad gave us a quiz about what a submarine race was and we told them.
That was my first lesson about the birds and the bees.
Thanks Uncle Marion.
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