Having a Brother 8 years older than myself and my twin Ron, resulted in some interesting dynamics to be sure!. When we were 8, he was 16, a hip teenager with duck-tails,Mo-Ped (almost a motorcycle!) and getting into hot-roding cars. My Brother Ron and I were into Buddy Holly, Elvis and Roy Orbison before our classmates could wipe their own asses. I distinctly remember trick-or-treating and smoking Marlboro's thanks to my benevolent Big Brother Richard.
I could write stories all day long that you would find hilarious but one that is my favorite is when Richard would babysit for Ron and me. These were always looked forward too with varying degrees of anxious anticipation because they typically resulted in sever damage to the property or to me and Ron. Playing football in the living room, boxing matches on our trampoline and or unrestricted use of Richard's Red Ryder BB gun made these couple/three hours when our parents were gone seem like mere seconds.
Richard had a great Frankenstein mask he wore for Halloween. We lived in an old farm house built in the 1860's than had a long staircase up to the 2nd floor. Richard's bedroom was right at the top of the staircase. One night when he was sitting for us, we were probably about 9 years old, Richard told me to send Ron upstairs he had something to show him. Richard had turned out all the lights upstairs, put a black cape he had on along with his Frankenstein. mask and then took a pair of leather gloves that had rabbit fur lining and turned them inside out. When Ron got to the top of the stairs and turned the corner, Richard jumped out of his room and put those furry gloves around Ron's neck and screamed!!. Ron fainted and was out cold. Richard and I were laughing so hard were were crying. Ron didn't find it as amusing as we did!!
I will miss my Brother very much and thank him for all the wonderful times he provided for us throughout our childhood and beyond.
All My Love, Roger