Here I am leaping forward many years. My brother was tormenting me and he went too far and I exploded. I threw one thing after another at him while I screamed at him. He got out of harm's way to the bottom of the outside steps and managed to dodge a couple of pairs of gumboots and then 3-4 canvas chairs and by then I was beginning to calm down (as well as running out of ammunition) when I threw the table and stormed inside. All this time his two little children were standing petrified behind him crying and saying "Please don't kill our Daddy!" "Please don't kill our Daddy!" Not a moment I'm likely to forget at any stage of those children's lives!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.