When the leaves are down I can look out my front window and see the house that I moved into when I was four years old. We lived there from 1975 to 1979. The house is just across Berlin Court Ditch from where we live now. In the picture above, it is the cream colored house with the mini-van parked in the driveway. I like being able to look out my window and see this house. It gives me this sense of being home.
This week will be dedicated to that old house; memories and even some things I still have from that house.
I have a lot of great memories from my time living there, but I will start the week off with a different type of memory. Shortly after we moved in, my mom hired a carpenter to install a peninsula table in the kitchen. Being the curious little boy that I was, I watched the man work for a while, then went off to play elsewhere.
Later, I went to use the sliding glass door right beside where the table was being installed and I found the carpenter laying down in front of the door. I stopped and asked, "Taking a nap?" After not receiving a response, I figured the man was deep in sleep. So I hopped over him and went on out the door. Later, when I heard one of the EMTs tell my mom that there was nothing that they could do, I realized the seriousness of the situation I had so leisurely jumped over.
The carpenter died that day. I have often wondered if the man would have survived had I summoned help when I came across the heart-attack stricken man. Unfortunately I will never know, because to my four-year-old mind, taking a nap seemed like a normal thing for a guy a to do in the middle of his work.
1 comments:
Hi Steve,
I was surprized to hear the story about you walking over the man on our floor. I came from the back room to see what the strange sound was. To my horror he had a heart attack. I had to make 3 calls to get help. (no 911 yet). By the time help arrived I was pretty shook. I don't remember, if you had told me about this. Pretty wierd.
Love,
Mom
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