One day sitting at the family cabin my cousin Charles Heike(Cubby) called to me Val. We our two families we vacationing at the family cabin bought by my grandad in the nineteen thirties for back taxes five grand.Cub Lake cabin started out an old shabby hunting cabin.
Built during WWII, during the war things like building supplies were rationed. Cub’s dad is dad’s older brother Norman Irvin Eric Heike. Norm didn’t go to war due to a childhood recklessness on my dad’s part. Fad shot a gun off to close to his older brothers ear. Blew out Norm’s eardrum. When Norm was much younger dad by accident shot an arrow through Norm’s calf muscle.
Boys will be boys. The fights they had like the time Norm’s only boy thought it eas funny playing an eight track full of foul F-ing words. Mom went to dad and dad went to Norm then it was like it was Ellen and my thought Cub could not play his crappy coming swearing dude.
Cub calling me over to the bucket. Told me to put my hand into the pail.Charles was about five years older then me. I was told to put my hand in then out. What do you see he had asked me? I said water.
Cub said anything else I said no.Charles now a chiropractor with a fancy home on the Wisconsin River looked at me his younger cousin and told me ‘theres nothing there!’ Thats your life you will never excell at anything there will be nothing to mark your passing!
Charles is dead wrong.We are all significant in our way.No one person has the right to judge us. Cubby failed out twice before gradiating Palmer college. His goals were never mine.I was not brought up or taught it was ok to go out of my way to harm anyone.
You to who see my words and thoughts your stories are your legacy write them down so others can know you not for narcississ like my half sister mrs.satan who December 2014 told me No one cared to know the trueth or hear mom and my story. I stick my tongue out at people like that.
Charles thoughts on who I am matter not at all to me as well. You be the best you,you can be ok!
Why are you my reader important to me a historian poet that writes? Well because I know the importance of who you are in the lay of history if not seen by your family.