brent hamilton blackstone pg3

after the pink house located near buckeye lake in central ohio it was off to wilmington,ohio where my father got a better paying job at landmark feeds, landmark had huge concrete silo's for grain storage i remember setting on top of one 4th of july to watch the firework's the silo's were 100 ft high, and the fire works were great. it was in the mid sixties when we lived in wilmington and i was confused by the reaction the spencer girls had with the Beatles, the spencer girls,"at least some of them," were teenagers and absolutely nuts about the beatles"they had a large family." brad and some neighborhood kids and myself,"when not in school," would spend our time riding bikes and playing."in 1964 while we were still living in the pink house on a sunday night after returning from grandpa and grandma elder's we watched the Beatles's for their first appearance in the usa on ed sullivan," and as i remember even as a small child i was impressed by the sound. it was in wilmington that i had my first experience with organized athletics i was on a little league team i remembered being afraid a hit ball would smash my face while attempting to catch it, and the thrill of getting a hit. while in wilmington i started the second grade, i didn't do all that great and of course brad got straight A's, so brad if you're reading this "bite me." my father must have been doing fairly well at landmark because christmas seemed better, it seemed as though we recieved more better quality toys. i don't remember the exact date but grampa blackstone picked mom,brad,bruce,betsy and myself up one day and off we went to live in thornville at grandma and grandpa's. i was still in second grade but now i was back at thornville elementary and my aunt was my teacher,the divorced mrs. brown. mrs. brown(aunt annie) was and is a beautiful woman, i always thought it was cool that she was my aunt, and my teacher, she was also my son's kindergarten teacher when he went to thornville elementary, since then they've torn the building down and built a new, modern building, besides my son and myself, brad,bruce,betsy,barbie, my dad and grandmother attended thornville. staying with my grandparents was quite an experience i loved every moment, walser's lived next door and we played "at times," in a empty lot that separated the homes, jim walser was my age, always a "big dude," and a good athlete, he had an older brother and two older sister's, i remember once jim was talking about "the beatles," and i was thinking the entire time he was talking about insect beatles, but i was only in 2nd grade. after several months mom and dad eventually did get back together and my younger sister barbie came along and my parents had the house built in foster manor, still in thornville but at the time on the edge of town.

ok

she wasn't very pretty, not ugly but not pretty. but oh how that girl could dance, and it didn't matter which or what dance she loved them all square dance,the jitter-bug,flamingo she loved them all. she loved to dance but it was diffacult for her to find a partner, number one she wasn't very pretty, and the wooden leg made finding a partner challenging at times.

brent hamilton blackstone pg1

i was born september 12,1956 in Wichita falls, texas so i have no memories of texas, i'm really not even sure of the time i spent their? a year, maybe two? my first memory was when my mother,father, brother brad and myself were living at a house i think my grandfather(jerry) owned at point beautiful on buckeye lake and around 1or 2 miles from thornville, and 1 mile from the thornville elevator where my father worked. i really don't have any memories of the time i spent at the point beautiful home other than being bathed in a wash tub and my brother brad yanking me out of buckeye lake when i somehow found myself in over my head, brad was probably 3 or 4 and i would have been 2 or 3, to young for the boys to be playing baywatch.                               next we moved to washington courthouse where my father was employed by another grain elevator "red rose feeds." brad was in kindergarten and i was just beginning to have memories.             i remember mom cooking or rather frying egg-plant for supper one night and i didnt like it very well which was quite unusual for me because normally i'd eat practically anything, i  also have memories of the house being very large and having my mother wipe my butt, which by the way is embarrassing. i also remember walking into an elderly neighbor ladies home and swiping her candies that later mom made me apologize for. and that's about it except for picking out a cheap toy at the dentist office, and there was a time when grandpa jerry stayed a day or two with us when he and grandma were fighting, which was normal for them.

what?

and if they didn't have any television              we'd have more time to discuss what's really on our mind but there is so i'll keep quiet so would you stop looking like i took the last piece of pie i've got better things to do, what?

21?

i woke up this morning, and like every other morning, lately, i crawled to the floor. time has pulled a cruel trick on me. i hurt all over, hair's springing up all over except where you want it too, there's something not quite right with my prostate even though i recently had it checked,"and what a thrill." so although i'm just 52 and not quite ready for the bone pile i can safely say getting old sucks.