|Me with Paul (an early boyfriend)|
"How about a big hug?"
|Me and Mom 1950 - as close as a hug we ever got - you can tell I had an inherent need to hug|
|Me and my classmate Elsie at our 50th class reunion|
Thus I never got a hug growing up. I'm not complaining, just never got a hug. You don't know what you're missing unless you got it and it was taken away from you.
|Me and The Cajun whopping it up at Old Time Photo|
I think the first time I felt another person's body on mine was when I was 23 years old. I was working at Girard Bank in Philadelphia. Norma L., a bosomy woman in my department came up behind me one day and put her arm around my shoulders and leaned her big bosoms on my shoulder blades. A different feeling swept over me. A good feeling. No, it wasn't sexual (God no) but it was a warm feeling. Body contact.
|Me and M.J. on the Milton Garden Tour|
That momentous event happened back in 1967. Gradually over the years since then I have learned to hug. I have to admit I'm still don't feel totally comfortable BEING hugged but I do like to hug.
|Me and my cousin Danny H. who visited me at the hotel|
Last November I visited my brother Isaac at his home in Pennsylvania. Check out the series of photos that my friend Pat took of my giving Isaac a Sneak Hug. Look at how Isaac stiffens up.
Now as you can see this wasn't the full "Ron hug", after all Isaac is bigger than I am (even though I'm the oldest brother). Isaac doesn't look to comfortable does he? Oh well, maybe in time.
My other brother is a little better with the hugs. His name is John and he lives in Greenville, South Carolina. Here we are a few years ago during one of my southern trips. This time at Flag Pond, Tennessee.
|Me and my baby brother John at Flagpond, Tennessee|
Now here is the big test, hugging Mom. During the last few years of her life (she died in 2010), I especially made it a point to hug my Mom whenever I saw her. She liked it but never quite knew how to hug back. That was all right, she knew I loved her. Check out this series of photos where I put my patented "Ron Sneak Hug."
During the last year of my Mother's life, she lived with my brother John and his wife Barbara at their home in Greenville, South Carolina. I talked to John frequently and he told me he never missed a chance to give Mom a big hug.
|Brother John and Mom close to the end - 2010|
Hug somebody you love before it's too late.