Tuesday, June 2, 2015
The Boy with Merry Eyes
There were 8 of us grandchildren on my mother's side of the family. My brother and I, nearly 11 years apart, were the bookends, the oldest and youngest. The other cousins stair-stepped between us. Rex was a little over two years older than me. Wedged between us was Belinda, just 9 months older than me and about a year and a half younger than Rex.
Some Sundays my grandmother would make dinner for all four of her daughters and their families. On those occasions it was a riot of grandchildren running in and out of the house, giggling, playing, teasing. Rex, of the merry eyes, was the biggest tease of all. I think he occasionally brought us youngest girls to tears with threats to our dolls' lives. Belinda and I played well together because we were so close in age and I suppose, if Rex had been a girl, he would have joined us in our play. But Rex was all boy, laughing and teasing. Of course, by the time evening came and we all left Gramma's for our own homes, we were on good terms again.
Rest in peace, Rex. I'll forever remember your merry eyes.
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