THE FAMILY AT GRANDMA OSBOURNE’S COTTAGE
Chapter one:
IN THE BEGINNING
The first words out of my mouth were yeah, yeah, yeah. The Beatles. Leaping forward, I was two years old. I had my own Beatles 45s with my own kid’s player. I can still see my beloved 45s: I Feel Fine, She Loves You and I Saw Her Standing There. I remember them. What I most remember was learning about electricity. I tried to put the little wall plug in the wall. I put one tiny little thumb on the one metal thing sticking out of the plug. I then grabbed the other one with my index finger like any intelligent child would. I then plugged it into the light socket.
I was instantly electrocuted until Mom pulled me off the wall. It is these early lasting impressions which often stay burned into the deep hard wiring of long term memory. No harm was done, no matter what some might say. Even after this, it took me fifty two years to realize that Love is the answer to everything. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
The politics of Love and Power to The People are the answer to every seemingly complicated problem. This includes the current political situation in America. America wants change this election year. It is a year like no other before in America. Only Love, truth and understanding can set the mind free and save America now. In the end, it was the only thing which could save me as well. My Native Teachers taught me early that in a civilized society, no man should tell another man what to do. They also said there is no need to argue about religion if it is between you and God. Most excellent advice as I look back. Touch The Earth by TC McLuhan and the words of the wise old Chiefs had a big impact on my later teenage years. This is just my story.
My earliest memories were life until four years old on Edwards Street in Flint, Michigan. The street included my family, my Grandparents, Godparents and their kids. We all lived along a two block stretch of the street. It made for plenty of fun and adventure for my young age. When my younger sister was born I was so excited I rode my bike in the street and was hit by the family car. I was ok. I was excited about my new sister. I picked myself up and shook it off. Then I ran to see my new sister. This does bring to mind another incident where my brother and I were in the back seat of the old family 60s Chevy. Back then if you pulled the door handle the lock popped open. My brother was pulling the handle and watching the lock pop up. However, this time the door flew open and Gil flew out. A lady swerved her car sideways and prevented us from being run over. Why and how I wound up going too is still subject of family speculation. I do l
