.by Jake Cannon on Saturday, June 19, 2010 at 2:01am.I was three years old, and at times I thought those handlebar rides on my brothers bike would be my last day on earth. Jess, my older brother, would place me on the handlebars and we would ride eight or ten miles one way to the old swimming hole. Four or five of those miles were on the old highway 84 towards Dothan, Alabama. The swimming hole was used by many kids from Jakin, and boy was the water for ever cold! Jess said that I was a little on the butterball size, and I should not sink the time he threw me in the creek, which was at least ten feet deep. He said I just floated, that is after I came up from the bottom of the creek. I don't think I took that ride back down 84 ever again, that is on that bike. The bike rides did continue, until one day while we were going home from a trip to Burkett Store for an RC and a moon pie. Just before we reached the house, my foot slipped off the front finder and my ankle bone was cut off. I can remember laying on my back on the front porch while mother bandaged over the missing end of my ankle. I don't think I was allowed to ride that bike again. Don't worry, a couple of years later during sugar cane season, my brother Jess and three of our older cousins were down in the woods walking back towards the cane mill. They had a single shot BB gun and they decided they would take advantage of me one more time. They lined up in a row ten or twelve feet in front of me and gave me the BB gun loaded and ready to fire. I was about three and they said they would count to ten, run and I could fire the gun at them. Guess what! I shot Jess in the ass. The BB had to be dug out. I don't know why he ask me: why didn't you shoot at the other three! When my brother reached the age of fifteen and I was four, our lives changed greatly. Our mother passed away, and I lost my brother until he returned from the Army. I guess he was twenty or twenty one years old. Even after he returned from service we did not get to spend very much time together. After Carrie and family moved to Brandon, Florida, my brother and I started spending some grown up time together. So, from 1975 until now, it has been a blessing to spend time with a brother who you respect and love. Thanks Jess, for being a man and a brother, who our mother and dad would be very proud. Although this coming June 27Th will be your 83rd birthday, I feel we still have many more years of joy together.
Our Beautiful Daughters
Jolie and Julie
Thursday, September 9, 2010
To My Brother, With Love & Memories/Happy Birthday June 27
.by Jake Cannon on Saturday, June 19, 2010 at 2:01am.I was three years old, and at times I thought those handlebar rides on my brothers bike would be my last day on earth. Jess, my older brother, would place me on the handlebars and we would ride eight or ten miles one way to the old swimming hole. Four or five of those miles were on the old highway 84 towards Dothan, Alabama. The swimming hole was used by many kids from Jakin, and boy was the water for ever cold! Jess said that I was a little on the butterball size, and I should not sink the time he threw me in the creek, which was at least ten feet deep. He said I just floated, that is after I came up from the bottom of the creek. I don't think I took that ride back down 84 ever again, that is on that bike. The bike rides did continue, until one day while we were going home from a trip to Burkett Store for an RC and a moon pie. Just before we reached the house, my foot slipped off the front finder and my ankle bone was cut off. I can remember laying on my back on the front porch while mother bandaged over the missing end of my ankle. I don't think I was allowed to ride that bike again. Don't worry, a couple of years later during sugar cane season, my brother Jess and three of our older cousins were down in the woods walking back towards the cane mill. They had a single shot BB gun and they decided they would take advantage of me one more time. They lined up in a row ten or twelve feet in front of me and gave me the BB gun loaded and ready to fire. I was about three and they said they would count to ten, run and I could fire the gun at them. Guess what! I shot Jess in the ass. The BB had to be dug out. I don't know why he ask me: why didn't you shoot at the other three! When my brother reached the age of fifteen and I was four, our lives changed greatly. Our mother passed away, and I lost my brother until he returned from the Army. I guess he was twenty or twenty one years old. Even after he returned from service we did not get to spend very much time together. After Carrie and family moved to Brandon, Florida, my brother and I started spending some grown up time together. So, from 1975 until now, it has been a blessing to spend time with a brother who you respect and love. Thanks Jess, for being a man and a brother, who our mother and dad would be very proud. Although this coming June 27Th will be your 83rd birthday, I feel we still have many more years of joy together.
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