John Wing Platt:
CLASS OF 1964
Mt. Carmel High SchoolClass of 1964
Auburn, NY
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John Wing's Story
Life
Writing is not a strong point for me so I just have to get a few words on paper or computer before I am comfortable. While I was waiting for something to happen thoughts started coming to me. First I should cover my pre-school years. That would be from 1946 until 1951 a great time for me. I got to spend a lot of time with Mom "creating things". Like the tricycle with a large Maxwell House coffee can tied on the rear end. Mom put my brother in charge of the water hose (gasoline station attendant). He filled up the can for me, I paid with monopoly money and was on my way. Mom had put a pin hole in the coffee can so after several spins around the driveway I was back at the station to fill'r up. I was also king of the road when Dad took me to work. I rode shotgun while Dad drove from one farm to the next picking up milk cans and taking them to the dairy. It was hard work trying to move a full milk can (as if I could). In Skaneateles Falls where we lived during those "preschool years" we had great neighbors. Arm Sagan ran a gas station a log cabin gas station right next door to our house . Arm was a prize fighter when he was younger and was never at a loss for words. One day I was playing skin the cat on his gas station sign poles and he as me i...Expand for more
f I had ever seen an elephant gun. No I said but I would sure like to. Arm went into the station and brought out a huge rifle . He put a big bullet in it pointed it at chicken in a gravel pit behind the station . He said you go get the chicken after I shoot. I was part of big thing here.
I doubted if even my Grandfather who ran a hardware store would have a gun that big. The noise took me by surprise it sounded like a bomb going off. Me going to get the chicken was a joke. There were still feathers floating in the air when I got to the spot but there was nothing left of that old chicken. I said I guess you didn't plan on eating that chicken. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said I guess I ought to put this thing away before we get in trouble. It occurred to me that Arm didn't have any chickens they all belonged to the lady that lived on the other side of the gas station. She was always making homemade cookies in her wood stove. That thought triggered a quick nod toward my house and I told Arm my Mom was calling me. I decided it was best not to be around the gas station with all those chicken feathers still floating in the air. I might have ADD I can't stick with this any more right now but I will be back to pick up where we left off.
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