Brothers

That’s me, the little one, with my oldest brother Doug. Smug looks, squinty eyes, happy smiles and the window behind us where my mother heard me swearing for the first time. It was from that window that she called me back into the house and demanded I submit to having my mouth washed out with soap. I can’t say I submitted but she succeeded. It was a different world then. Living in the country, simple pleasures, healthy life, Mum and Dad.