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Cousin Pearl

It is easy to come up with a favorite story about my father, Oscar. (No, it is not the time Uncle Morris talked him into see-sawing on the third floor balcony and then got off! Oscar fell down 3 stories and cracked his noggin open!)

It is the story of Ocky and his friend, Yocky and the neighbor, Mrs. Kaminsky.

She found the two little boys up on the roof pretending to be stagecoach drivers-using the clotheslines as reins. Mrs. Kaminsky told them to get down off the roof because they could get hurt and Ocky told her to "Mind her own business!"

Mrs. Kaminsky told Nona, who came outside and yelled up to Oscar to apologize.  Oscar repeatedly refused. His mother tied him to the tree and told him he would remain there until his father came home unless his apologized. It was hours later...but just before his father came home from work, that Ocky backed down. He would apologize. At first, it was so low as to be inaudible. Finally, he said "I'm sorry."

His father never knew. And, he is still not sorry to this day!

That's my very favorite story!