Of course I wus borned. But I don't know jist where or wen. My man sez since I am almost as old as he is I must have been borned about the same tyme he wus and that wus back in a year kalled nyneteen and twenty-ate. My man was borned in a hospitul in Camelzoo, a town in Michygan so I guess that wus ware I wus borned 2. I don't no nuthin about my fambly cept I think maybe my antsesturs were named Knickerbocker.
Here is a pitcher of my man bowt the tyme I cum 2 live with him.
I guess it don't make much diffurence where I was borned or who my fambly is cus wat was importunat was that I went to live with my man and his momma and daddy in Michygan. Then purty soon we all went to a little town in IIlnoyze called Galva where my man's daddy worked for a long, long time helpin 2 make a nuspaper evry week. Purty soon there were 2 more childrun livin in the hows with us and that was my man's brother named Dick and his sister named Mary.
Well, my man and I played together a whole lot when he wus little but then wen he got 2 goin 2 skool we didn't play sew much cept maybe in the summer tyme and then wen he got goin 2 a bigger skool we didn't play hardly at all and mostly I just sat in a korner and wished we were playin agin. I sorta felt lyke that old tree that my man rote a poum abowt one tyme. Here is the poum he wrote:
In the park in my hometown
The branches were big yet low enough
It never minded, this old tree
A friend it was to all of us
Often, after dark, we would play
In the winter, I'm ashamed to say
But some of us who passed it by
The tree long ago died from some disease
Was an old and wonderful tree
Grown by God for a special purpose
Which was for kids like me
So upon them we could swing
And those of us who dared a lot
At the very top would cling
That we scuffed it's bark
As we climbed and jumped and even fell
While we had our lark
And our place of meeting
Yes, we could hardly wait to see
It's limbs spread out in greeting
Around this wonderful tree
For it was the greatest place to shout
"Olly, Olly, Oxen. All in Free!
We forgot our friend, the tree
For we had other places for our games
Which in the cold we played with glee
On a cold and snowy day
Thought we could hear a whispered plea
"Please, hurry back and play"
At least that was what I was told
But I really think the reason was
It missed the young friends of old
Here's a pitcher of the howse we lived in upstairs a reel long tyme. My granpa fell down those stairs one tyme.
And then my man didn't kum home no more 4 a long, long tyme and that wus kus he went away from kollege wen he got sumpn kalled a D gree and he kame here 2 Dallas 2 wurk in and inshurunc cumpany.
Then, after I wus in that closet for a long, long tyme my man kum home 4 sumpn kalled a vacates and he opened the closet and he sed to his momma 'luk wat I found that I forgot all about. Here is my old bear that u give me wen I wus reel little." Sew he sed 2 me 'Old Bear, I shure am sorry I forgot all abowt U and how wuld u lyke 2 go bak to Dallas where I live now with me." I sed shure that wuld be gud sew my man put me in a sewtkase and we both kum 2 Dallas and that was back in maybe nyneteen fifty two.
If U want 2 reed sum more of my awtobiography and my ventures in Dallas, u jist go thru this door 2 Chaptur Two.
If U r tired of readin then u kan go bak by clikin on the bak button at the top.