My brother Laurence....

I am skippping around, I know but I got to remembering about my brother Laurence who always seemed to be doing something "different"? When he was small, and I was in the second grade, if I remember, and we lived in Beverly Park, Wa. we were always, it seemed getting into trouble! Or was it just me? My folks had this big house out in a country-like area, about 1/2 acre. My grandparents lived with us and they had a friend that used to come and visit them. They, the friends had a little girl and she was so, well, "prissy"! Always dressed to the hilt and had long curls, etc. where we usually ran around in pretty much rags at home, It seemed she would just stand around and look pretty afraid that she would get a spot on her nice dress or something! Well, we, all of us older ones in the family, decided we would fix her!! So we turned on the hose and literally soaked her! Of course, I don't know why, but she started screaming and ran into the house! My father came out and even tho we didn't get spanked at that moment, were told in no uncertain terms not to turn on that faucet again!!! The little girl got dressed up and dried off and that wasn't enough for us! We tried and tried to turn on that faucet but my father was pretty strong and had really shut it off tight. Did that stop me??? Well, no, I went into the garage and got an old piece of pipe that was in there and decided I would pound on that faucet till I got it turned on!!! Just as I made my first swing, who should lean over to get a closer look than Laurence. I didn't hit the faucet! I hit him right in the forhead!!! He had blood running down his face, and the rest of the kids went to tell Mother and Dad what had happened! Mother grabbed Laurence, and ran into the kitchen, grabbed down into the flour bin, (a big gadget built into the cupboards almost like a dishwasher would be today!) She grabbed a handful of flour and threw it into Laurence's wound to stop the bleeding and then off she and Dad went with a cousin of mine, who just happened to be visiting too, (seems like everybody visited everybody in those days) and they all took Laurence into Seattle to the Hospital where he had to have stiches! Don't ask me how many, I was just a kid but I can tell you I was really scared! I thought I had killed him!!!! He managed to heal up and somehow I didn't think about it too long! There was too many other things to worry about! Did I feel sorry? Oh yes, and sore too, on my behind! Do you think that stopped Laurence from getting into trouble? NO,NO,No!!More later.