My mother was four feet eleven and one half inches tall.  That half inch was always important to her.  Dad was five foot six.  So, I was always near the front of the size places line in elementary school. I’m pretty sure I came after Charles, Elissa, Esther and Susie.  It was the way things were done at PS9 in those days.  I don’t suppose we do this to children anymore.

Mom’s stature was enhanced by high heels of course, but she remained shorter than dad.  I passed early on, though I could not tell you when.

Mom had many friends, Florence was taller, Peggy was taller, Harold was a big man.  Her sisters, one taller and one shorter, were Eleanor and Lillian respectively.  The closest great aunts on dad’s side were little.  And of course there was big Aunt Molly and Little Aunt Molly (I don’t know where they fit in).

pdpicsBut the height story I remember most clearly occurred after dad’s death.  The players were mom and me and her friend Bob and the great dane he brought along to visit at 222.  Bob was an old  boyfriend; a big man who raised big dogs.  The one he brought along to this visit was tan in color and drooled and, he could dance.

This all played out in the living room in 9E.  The stereo was turned on and the dog stood up on his hind legs, put one paw on each of mom’s shoulders, leaving his head  significantly above hers and danced with her.  Funny picture (I wish  I had one) of a fun time.  

We never had a pet when I was young.  I only remember September the cat I had for a while at 18.  You may recall her as part of the draft story.  The scars on my wrists (noted on my draft card), which were really on my hands, were made by September when she forgot to let go.

The other Kenny in the building and his sister Susan had a dog.  I don’t remember any others in the building belonging to my peers.  But I do remember a family, I knew well in my teens who had cats, a wonderful dark yellow labrador retriever, guinea pigs, field mice and at least one snake.  As you might imagine there are a lot of heart warming and not so heart warming stories from that house.

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  1. Hi Ken. Hopefully the publication of this latest story means you’re on the road to continued good health from here on. Anyway, like you we never had a pet while at 498 West End Ave. Two boys I suppose were quite enough in our post-war, rent-controlled apartment (that now sells for over $4 million as a condo). But I do remember a mutual friend who lived at 400 WEA who had a dachshund; I forget its name. I also remember the Charles you referred to, the one at the head of every class line throughout our days at PS9. Can’t recall the other kids you mentioned, though, your memory being quite superior. Boy, if you have any photos of us together at school or at summer camp, love to see ’em. Take care.

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