Erik was the baby for 5 years and
Mom spoiled him. There, it’s out there
now. Mom spoiled Erik. He got drawing pads and she made special
things for him. I think it was because
Erik really had the sweetest nature of all of us. He was not a problem child. He was busy and active but he was very quiet
and could occupy himself without getting into trouble.
Erik had his favorite shows and
for whatever reason both Mom and Dad would buy things for him that we wouldn’t
ever dream to ask for. When Erik ran
round the room playing Batman he ended up getting a Batman cape. When he emulated Daniel Boone (he to this day
he really admires Boone as a hero) Mom made him not only a coonskin cap but he
also got a buckskin jacket she managed to create. I think he had that jacket well into
adulthood (although not worn obviously).
Erik also loved James West from “The Wild, Wild West” but I don’t think
he got anything special from that show.
I remember having a chat with him recently and he said how horrible the
Will Smith movie was (which I really agreed with, it was terrible). Erik loved Aristead and all his weird
inventions and I think he actually can remember most of them.
Another area of excellent memory
for Erik is his ability to remember every fight, every measurement (weight,
height, arm band, waist, you name it) for a boxer. Dad was a fight fan and all three of my
brothers are fans but Erik goes to the nth degree. Ditto with all the track runners. He knows ALL the statistics. He might not remember the capital city of
Poland but he can tell you the blow by blow fight for Ali vs Frazier (or anyone
else in the Heavy Weights).
As we started getting older our
family sort of broke into couple mentors.
Jeanette and Peter, Erik and I and John softened with Charlotte. Erik and I talked about that in our early
adult years. Family dynamics change and
adapt as we mature and our paths takes us in different ways. But one thing is strong in this family, we stick
together in a crisis situation. The
Kennedys don’t have anything over us! J
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