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
It is the story of Ocky and his friend, Yocky and the neighbor, Mrs.
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
His father never knew. And, he is still not sorry to this day!
That's my very favorite story!