She really hated the moon launches. Not only did we not need to spend the money on space, we should keep the money here, where it could help all the poor people. It could be used to increase Social Security! Dad went nuts when she got on that kick. She was living under his roof and eating his food and not paying one red cent, and he would be damned if his taxes went to raise her Social Security payments when she didn’t spend penny one!
On the other hand, she was an easy touch for us kids, and was always slipping the three of us a buck or two. What really cost her money was that twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, she played Bingo over at the VFW in Perry Hall. On Tuesdays Mom would go with her and sit with her, but Thursdays I got the task. For at least a couple of years, no matter what the season, even during school sessions, I ended up playing Bingo on Thursday night. She must have been the unluckiest Bingo player on the planet, because I don’t recall her ever winning, not even once.
The house we lived in was like every other house in the development, a split-level. They were like an upscale Levittown, built in the mid-Fifties. You could get the house right-handed or left-handed, in-line or tee-shaped, and in brick or clapboard. A total of 8 styles, and they must have built about five thousand of them! Miles and miles of these things! I could go into any friend’s house in a five mile radius and know where everything was.
No way could we fit Nana into the house. First, a contracting crew built a big utility shed on the end of the house. Then, after it was finished, Dad and Hamilton and I moved everything out of the garage and moved it into the shed. Once the garage was empty, the contractor ripped out the garage door and converted the garage into a giant bedroom for Ham and me. This was the blessing end of the deal. Our bedroom actually became the largest room in the house. Our old bedroom would become Nana’s.
My first thought was that Suzie was getting the short end of the stick, but she didn’t mind. Her bedroom was the smallest in the house, sort of an upholstered closet. Still, she got along great with her grandmother, and Nana bought a beautiful cherry bedroom set for her new bedroom, with the understanding that when she passed away, Suzie was to get it. Suzie cared for Nana from the day she moved in, which was a hell of a job to ask of an eight year old. Suzie never complained once, and when Suzie became a nurse everybody, including Suzie herself, acknowledged that she became a nurse because of taking care of Nana.
I got my first lessons in both practical and theoretical construction that summer. If anybody was ever to tell me I would eventually spend over thirty years at a construction company, I’d have said they were nuts. I was going to be a scientist! It’s funny where life takes you.
Chapter 8: Ninth Grade
Fall 1969
By the time school started, I had grown one more inch, so now I was 5’1" tall. The ninth grade had seen a huge growth spurt for me, and I was really looking forward to it. From the time school started until the time school ended, I grew nine inches in nine months. I shot up like a beanpole. I was 5’10" tall at junior high graduation. Mom was beside herself the entire year, trying to keep me in clothing; I would outgrow everything I owned every month or two! It was ridiculous! After school ended I would only grow another inch and end up being my final 5’11" height.
One major difference now was that I was exercising and had already put on about five pounds of muscle. Before, I had looked anorexic, now I just looked slender. Even after I stopped growing, I was so skinny I had needed all my suits tailored for me. Maybe this time I could buy off-the-rack and have them fit.
It started within a few weeks of school starting. Two weeks into the fall semester I was walking through the kitchen when Mom stopped me. We had a measuring spot on the door frame between the kitchen and dining room, with lines drawn in different colors for each of us kids. “Come here, get against the door frame,” she said. I grinned and got into position. We normally did this on our birthdays, so this was a couple of months early for me. She put the ruler on top of my head and I scooted out from underneath it. “Well, I know what you’re getting for your birthday — new clothes!” Mom, if you only knew! As it was, she had to buy me a couple of pairs of blue jeans anyway, because they were too short.
Ninth grade was similar to eighth grade, but was more focused for the college prep kids. We no longer took general science, but now took Biology. Everyone else would get that in high school. Likewise, the college prep kids took a second year of algebra and a foreign language. My deal with Mrs. Bakkley had her tutoring me in Plane Geometry, and required me to make a weekly visit to Towson High to see Mrs. Rogers and turn in assignments and receive new ones. Mom or Dad would usually take me over after school.
Spanish II was livened up this year. We had a new girl in school, a transfer, Rebecca Rinaldi. Becky was a State Department brat, and had lived in a bunch of different Latin American countries, moving every few years when her father was transferred to a different embassy. She was perfectly fluent in Spanish, and delighted in teaching the class all the words you didn’t find in El Camino Real. Cussing in Spanish became the new sport! We also knew enough Spanish now to get into trouble. If you didn’t know what the word was, you could always fake it by adding an ‘o’ to the end of the English word. You’d usually get a laugh and be told what the word was. This time it backfired on Tammy Roberts, who had to say she was embarrassed, so she said ‘Yo soy embarrassado.’ The teacher broke down in laughter before explaining it to us. ‘Embarrassado’ means pregnant! Tammy was the butt of jokes for a month after that.
I was now in the 9th grade chorus. Back on my first go-around, I had played trumpet all through elementary and junior high schools. I have no known musical talent. When I got recycled (for want of a better word) I hadn’t held a trumpet in my hands for over fifty years! I didn’t even know how to blow into it anymore, let alone how to key the notes. One of the biggest blowups we had last year was when I announced I wanted to stop playing the trumpet and sing in the chorus. Chorus was for those kids who couldn’t afford an instrument or were too stupid to play one. My utter lack of ability was not considered grounds for change. Thank God my voice had changed by then, because I finally settled the argument by breaking into ‘The Impossible Dream’ from Man of La Mancha. While the movie wouldn’t come out for several years, my parents had a copy of the sound track from the Broadway play. It is a tremendous song for a baritone, and they were simply stunned. To look at me you wouldn’t think I could pull it off, but I had once sung baritone in the church choir.
By the time my birthday rolled around, I was already well on the way to my final height. I had grown another couple of inches since Mom had measured me, and I was on the way to outgrowing the clothes she had bought me at the start of the year. She fretted over this, and I just laughed and told her I was going to be taller than her by my next birthday. She just rolled her eyes and muttered a lot. I told her to save everything that I grew out of, since Hamilton was probably going to do the same thing in another two or three years. He ended up three inches taller than me!