Karlene Edwards Short Story

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Standing Karlene Edwards While he never looked for a fight, he never backed down from one either. He was tall for his age, and his ability to use his fists was part of growing up in the New Jersey neighborhood just across Staten Island Sound from New York City. He watched out for his brother Mike, and Mike, not quite two years younger, returned the favor. They were a team and they shared everything: a bicycle in summer, a sled in winter, and a newspaper route year round. This time, though, Joe was alone as he walked the shortcut through the alley, alone when he came up against two fellows who lived a couple blocks away, and who had decided, as he described it later, to clean his little wagon. Joe didn’t wait; he knocked the closest …show more content…

In between milking times, he cleared the fields behind a horse-drawn, foot-burner plow. He worked there more than a year before again, once again he refused to back down. Seeing a young calf with its head caught under a stanchion, he left a manure-filled wheelbarrow on the path outside the barn, and ran over to help the calf before it choked to death. When the farmer saw the overflowing wheelbarrow leaking onto the path, he swore at Joe and told him he’d show him how to use a wheelbarrow. Joe kept quiet until the demonstration was over, and then he told the farmer that since he knew how to do the job so well, he could go ahead and do it without Joe’s help. He simply wasn’t going to take that for fifty-cents a day. Years later he told these stories to us, his adult children. He said, “I guess I was bull-headed even then.” Mother agreed, and laughed as she shared a story she’d heard from Mrs. Thurston, a woman who had hired Dad, then in his late fifties, to work on her house. She was in the middle of a property line dispute with her neighbor, and from her kitchen window she first saw the neighbor turn his garden hose on Dad, and then Dad walk over and with one blow, knock him

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