Great Days in History

[Steve <bboy_mn@yahoo.com>]

Everyone is recalling events from the past, so I thought I would add a
strange event of my own. I should warn you though, this isn't going to
be funny.


One day when I was very very VERY little, I came home from school, and
my mother rushed over to the door to meet me. She seemed apprehensive
like something was bothering her. Then she told me that Alber Einstien
died. I said, "Who's that?" I think she replied, "Oh, he's some really
smart guy'. She seemed somewhat disappointed. She seemed to need to
share this with someone and me being the 'smart one', I was probably
the only person she knew anywhere who had any hope of understanding
the significants of this. 

I didn't understand it then, but later in life, I saw that as a very
significant moment between my mother and myself. When others came
home, I mentioned it to them, and my mother was right. None of them
had even the slightest hope of understanding the significants. I
remember the most ignorant uneducated unsophisticated redneck
responses imaginable. As much as I don't like to say it, we were white
trash. We made Roseanne Bar look sophisticated. My mother very quickly
dropped the subject, and sent a strong cue to me indicating that 'we'
were the only one who could share this. 

My mother was very smart; straight 'A' student in high school, and I
always regretted that she never got the chance to go to college. She
would have loved it, even if she went as an adult, but it's pretty
safe to say that she would have gotten very little support on the home
front. Of course, I would have understood, I'm the first and only
person in my family to go to college.

So while I don't remember the day Albert Einstien died, I will never
forget the day my mother told me Albert Einstien died. Something she
was only willing to share with me. Kind of makes me feel special.

Sorry, no smiley faces in this story.

bboy_mn