My friend Pat sent me the book "Diary of a Wimpy Kid." I've heard of this book. Reading it I discovered something that I think just about all of us know, at one time or another we've all been that wimpy kid. I know I have been.
I'm tempted to write my own "Diary of a Wimpy Kid." However, what really makes this book unique are the illustrations. I would have to work on that folks. I could make my own cartoon characters but it would take so long. So bear with me while I do my own personal take on "Diary of a Wimpy Kid", sans the illustrations.
Diary of a Wimpy Kid - Ron's Version
|"Little Ronnie" - First Grade class photo - 1948|
I was born in November 1941, one month before Pearl Harbor.
|Me at two years old - literally a Living Doll (at least my Mother thought so)|
My father was a transplanted hillbilly from North Carolina to Pennsylvania. He was ten years old when he arrived in Pennsylvania by train. First time he ever wore shoes.
|"Pop" - Ike - my dad 1941 - 21 years old|
My Mother was a 16 year old motherless high school senior anxious to get out of her Cinderella like home life. "Pop" was her "Prince Charming."
I was the result of this unlikely union of a truck driving, semi-literate, handsome hillbilly father and a beautiful but poor daughter of a Quaker family.
|My beautiful Mother - high school senior 1939|
And it shows. To this day I am a weird anagram of those two disparate cultures.
For almost a year I was an ONLY CHILD.
Then my parents decided to HAVE ANOTHER. That would be Isaac, Jr.
|Me and brother Isaac, Jr - I have lost my privileged status as an ONLY CHILD|
Even back then, in those black and white days I knew my special status as an ONLY CHILD had changed my life . . . forever.
Then, to add insult to injury my Mom and Pop decided to have yet ONE MORE. His name was John.
|Baby John, hood ornament|
|My Baby Brothers - Isaac and John - 1947 - Washington Avenue, Downingtown, PA|
Growing up on Washington Avenue I had my friends and John and Isaac had each other. Yes folks, I didn't hang out with my brothers. They were just THERE . . . in the way.