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Chuck Hinman IJMA No. 037: Sibling Rivalry Chuck Hinman. It's Just Me Again No. 037. Sibling Rivalry The next earlier Chuck Hinman story, : Beta Beta Beta : the Black Bottom Boys Is Chuck Hinman your favorite Sunday with CM columnist, as many tell us? If so, we hope you'll drop him a line by email. Reader comments to CM are appreciated, as are emails directly to Mr. Hinman at: charles.hinman@sbcglobal.net By Chuck Hinman Many of my memories of growing up are the constant bickering between siblings. I suspect we were a very normal American family and fortunately we grew out of it. Well, kind of.... I had an older brother, Bob, and a little sister, Joy Ann. Because of the age difference, I seemed to have more to bicker about with Bob; he was two years older and "lorded" his physical superiority over me. I whined to Mom when he looked cross-eyed at me. Jody, besides being the baby in the family was five years younger than me and seven years younger than Bob. But she soon learned how to hold her own with her big brothers. Don't feel sorry for her! One of the earliest things that often comes to mind is this memory; I never got over it! Bob had his tonsils taken out when he was just a little kid, possibly eight or nine years old. I was six or seven and feisty enough to know how to stir up trouble! In those days, the doctor did a tonsillectomy in his office. I remember the occasion quite well. Our entire family accompanied Bob to Blue Springs, Nebraska where our family doctor, Dr. Warner had his office. After the doctor completed the procedure, he put the tonsils in a cute little bottle and covered them with formaldehyde. It pickled Bob's tonsils so they would last forever and they were his to take home. It served to mask the pain and I clearly remember Dr. Warner saying the tonsils were presented to Bob in this way for "not crying." "Well, Dr. Warner, sir, what do I get? I didn't cry." As I remember, Mom "shushed" me and gave me a mint to shut me up. Bob's tonsils in his own little bottle was perfect to create sibling rivalry! And as you might expect, Bob milked his newfound notoriety BIG TIME. To say I was galled to the bone is an understatement. Whenever company came, Bob immediately captured the center of attention. No one had seen tonsils in a bottle! I was green with envy and it showed! Mom tried to appease me by saying "Now Chuck, don't cry -- sometime Dr. Warner will take your tonsils out and you can have your own bottle!" Well, guess what Mom, you have been dead for almost forty years, I am 88 years old and I just went and looked in the bathroom mirror, and my danged tonsils are still in my mouth looking pink and healthy. I bet I will never get to have my tonsils in a little bottle like Bob's. Sob, sob, sob! "Oh, shut up Bob, turn over in your grave! But I forgot, you are cremated! Turn over in your little bottle or wherever you are, you jerk!" To put the correct ending on this memory story, there is something you need to know. Bob spent his last days in the Good Samaritan nursing home in Wymore, Nebraska -- less than ten miles from where he had spent a lifetime farming the old "home place," a place laced with so many memories, now remembered by just a few but whispered by the old trees that still dot the old Hinman farmstead. One afternoon when I was visiting him at the nursing home, he surprised me, when with tears in his eyes, he said he wanted to get something off his mind. He wanted to apologize for all the boyhood scraps we had been in, those where he invariably caused me to submit by saying "Uncle" a word I hate to this day. I was so touched by his seriousness that we collapsed, speechless in each others arms. What a sight, two old brothers in their last days demonstrating the true feelings of their hearts when their mouths were incapable of adequate expression. Do you know the feeling? It's priceless and only experienced by a few. Thank you Lord for my precious memories. This story was posted on 2010-09-05 09:01:34
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