|Me (standing far right) and my brothers John and Isaac - 1947|
Continuing with my near death experiences (and ignoring the Republican Convention in Tampa, FL), my second brush with the Grim Reaper happened when I was eight years old.
Almost every Sunday my father would load me and my two younger brothers in the back seat of his Packard and visit "Ed and Mabel" (my aunt and uncle and my father's brother and his wife) for a home cooked Sunday dinner. Our family lived in a second floor apartment building in Downingtown, Pennsylvania. My Uncle Ed and Aunt Mabel lived in the country with their five children. My brothers and I always looked forward to these weekly Sunday visits not only for Aunt Mabel's fried chicken and homemade southern biscuits but for a chance to run free and wild in the country.
|Typical Sunday gathering of Tipton Family at "Ed and Mabel's) (I am fourth from right, front row, folded arms) - 1951|
|Me (with my arm on my father's shoulder) and my brothers John and Isaac with the family Packard - 1948|
There is a lot I have forgotten about my younger days but I remember being hit by that car as clear as if it had happened yesterday. The impact was that jarring and the sound.....CRASH! I wasn't aware of death back then but I knew something almost happened.