Curious Family History: Dad
In response to Kirk A, and our discussion about the Martians …
We decided that it was indeed his family, not mine, that hailed from that alien Martian clan. My family legacy, on the other hand, boasts a different sort of history:
I recently found some family photos and it seems I come from a long line,
not of martians, but of camels!
Here’s Dad, at the Racetrack in the 1930s.
Notice the stylish hat. He always was a dapper fellow.
He’d scope out the ladies, looking for the cutest of the cuties in the bunch.
Eventually, he settled on Mom:
He courted her, and serenaded her
And pretty soon, they got hitched.
Even Great-Grand-Dad came to the wedding.
He was so proud!
Apparently, life was pretty good for a while …
… And eventually I came along.
It seems that my arrival must have put some strain on things;
Pretty soon Dad was on the hunt again, out lookin’ for some ‘toe.
When Mom got wind of this, she kicked his sorry hump to the curb!
She packed me & her up, and off we went to make it on our own!
We moved a lot during those years …
I guess that all the turmoil had an impact on me & my development.
Having never had a stable home, or a sense of security … constantly having to make new friends … all of that may have contributed to my future problems & dysfunctions.
And I was barely three years old!
So I dropped out of nursery school, and hit the road.
To this day, I’m still a rovin’ soul,
curious and always wondering what’s on yonder side of that desert?
And I’m fixin’ to find out!
Westfalia Caravans, may they live long & run strong!
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