Monday, July 10, 2006

Devonshire Rd Story by Richard (Hemingway)W.

HELLO MARSTON,

FARM REPLACEMENT

CITY OF ST. LAMBERTS TOOK OVER THE VACATED LANDOF FARMER JOE. THE
LANEWAY ALONG THE GOLF COURSE, THE 13th AND 12th HOLES BECAME A DRY DUMP (BRANCHES, TREES, FURNITURE, SAWDUST). ALSO THERE WAS A DIRTY LITTLE SECRET THAT WE FOUND BEING DONE. ST. LAMBERTS EUTHANIZED UNWANTED OR STRAY DOGS, CATS, RATS AND ELEPHANTS.

TRENCHES WERE DUG OVER NEAR WHERE FARMER JOE'S HOUSE HAD FALLEN DOWN. WE STEERED CLEAR OF THIS. ALL THIS STUFF WAS USUALLY TRANSPORTED BY TRACTOR AND HAY WAGON OR DUMPTRUCK IN SLOW MOTION FROM ST. LAMBERTS UP DEVONSHIRE RIGHT PAST OUR NOSES.

WE WOULD ALSO HANG ON THE HIGH LOADS WITH OUR BIKES TO GET A FREE RIDE. WITH THESE SNEAK PREVIEWS OF
THE JUNK OR TREASURES WOULD DETERMINE OUR NEED TO ATTEND THE DUMP OF THE DAY.
SOME DAYS HENDERSON FURNITURE WOULD DUMP SAWDUST OR SHAVINGS, THEN SET
IT ON FIRE. ON THESE OCCASIONS WE WOULD BE NEARBY. IT SEEMED OUR BOUND DUTY TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING, I MEAN EVERYTHING BURNED.

ONE TIME WATERMAN PENS CLEANED HOUSE. WELL, WE SMASHED INK BOTLES, INKWELLS, ANYTHING TO DO WITH INK, UNTIL EVERYTHING WAS DRIPPING BLUE AND RED. A BIG LOAD OF 45 GALLON STEEL DRUMS WERE LEFT JUST FOR US. STEVIE, MYSELF AND GARY COMBER BEAT THE DRUMS FOR HOURS - BUSY, BUSY, BUSY.

BIG FURNITURE DAYS WERE ABOUT THE BEST.
OUR EARS ALWAYS PICKED UP THE TRACTOR SOUND AND WHEN THE DRIVER AND
HELPERS LEFT, WE WOULD MOVE IN LIKE BUZZARDS. FIRST THING WAS THE
SHAKE
TEST, FOR NOISY MONEY (CHANGE). SECOND OUR DIRTY LITTLE FORKS
(FINGERS) PROBED FOR ANY LOST TREASURES. WE FOUND LOTS OF CRAYONS AND CANDY WRAPPERS, SOMETIMES COINS. STEP 3, SLITS ON THE OUTSIDE EDGES OR RIPS, FOR MORE LOST CHANGE - NOBODY WAS THERE TO SAY DON'T. AFTER THE TREASURE HUNT WAS OUT OF THE WAY, ALL THE FURNITURE WOULD GET USED AS TRAMPOLINES 'TILL YOU WORE YOURSELF TO A FRAZZLE.

YOU COULD KICK, RIP, TEAR,JUMP, SPIT AND SCREAM ALL YOU WANTED AND THEN START ALL OVER AGAIN. THE SLATE WOULD BE WIPED
CLEAN BY FIRE, ONCE IN AWHILE BULLDOZED. SCRAP CARS WERE RARE BUT ON THE ODD OCCAISION BURNED WELL.
THERE WAS GREAT DANGER WITH CARS WE THOUGHT WERE DERELICT, ON ARRIVAL
AT THE DUMP, OUR NEW FOUND TREASURE, WELL SOMEBODY (MR. D-----& MRS.C-----) WERE ALREADY IN THE CAR & WHAT WE FIGURED WERE HAVING A WRESTLING MATCH, BUT OH OH BETTER RUN AWAY BECAUSE FISTS WERE BEING CLENCHED & CURSE WORDS WERE GETTING HURLED IN OUR GENERAL DIRECTION. OUR INNOCENT LITTLE MINDS AT 8 OR 9 STILL HADN'T GOT THIS KIND OF GOING ON QUITE YET.
THESE PEOPLE IN HEAT COULDN'T MAKE IT UP TO THE MOTELS ON TACHEREAU I GUESS. WE LEARNED TO APPROACH ABANDONED CARS WARILY. EVERYDAY THINGS WERE ACTION PACT AND NOBODY EVER SAID I'M BORED, THIS WAS THE CLOSEST THING TO TOM SAWYER OR HUCKLEBERY FINN A KID WANTED.

RICHARD......

Thanks Richard for these great stories and memories

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