Family history by Lawrence R. Berger |
*"The minstrel boy to the war has gone
in the ranks of dead ye will find him. His
father's sword he hath gearded on and his wild harp slung behind him."
david was only six years old when his father took
a
swan dive and made him
the man of the house. he was only six years old.
he was only six years old and a shovel full of coal
was all he had. he was
only six years old.
he was only six years old and a shovel full of coal
was all he had. one before
school and one after
into the furnace that burned the refuse of the
city,
his family's only source for food.
he was only eight years old when he got
his firstbook, a Heracio Alger
novel, he was only eight years old. he was only
twelve years old when he
took his coal scuddel in his hands and cried out
"I am the captain of the pinafore!" and
commenced
to beating the tar out of
the kids who'd been tormenting him for
four long years. he was only
twelve years old but he had become a man.
now I don't always tell this part of the story, but
I will for you. you see
david grew to manhood in Nazi Germany and he had to
work very hard and could
not tell his story to
the American children his wife bore him
when they reached this
country. he talked it over with his good
wife and they decided
that once they retired, they would tell their story
to their grandchildren
whichever child had children first would be the one
who would be charged
with telling the tale to future generations. the
eldest son had children
first and just in case you haven't figured it out by
now, that eldest son of
that eldest son is me.
"Land of song says the warrior bard though the world
betrays thee, on sword
at least thy rights shall guard and one lone harp
shall praise thee."
ONIVASH
* Quotes are from an Irish ballad called The Minstrel Boy.
copyright 2004
Lawrence
Berger |