David DID Have a Room of His Own
by Greet Macdonald as told to David Ferguson
[I talked to my mother tonight and told her about Rose getting her own room when she was a baby. Mom pointed out that I did once have a room of my own. -- Dave]
[It was] at Bertie’s house [on MacIsaac Street in Inverness], the one we bought, up the street from Grandpa [Jack D Macdonald]. We moved in there before Art was born….
Yeah, we lived in there. And John had one room, and you had the other room, and we had the third room with Artie’s crib in it.
And you would get up in the morning — and you had a lot of animals in your crib at night. And you’d come and you’d say, “Here comes Davy with all his damn trash.” You’d come over after Hughie went, you’d come over to my room and come in bed with me.
Dave: Rose remembers hearing that story, and the line was “here comes David and all his G. D. trash.”
You could get out of the crib no matter what. So I finally decided I might as well leave the sides down, you’re going to break your neck some day. So I left the side down and you’d come every morning with an armful of animals of some kind. With all your G. D. trash, that’s exactly what it was.
…There was another thing that I remember. Hughie used to come home from work and he would get Grandpa [Ferguson]‘s panel truck and take John out for a drive because John wasn’t allowed to walk.
He did that every day after work. And one day — the windows in that house were really low, you know. You were standing in the front room window, looking out, and you said to me, “John is so lucky. He gets to get a drive in the car.”
And I thought, oh, my god.
So when Hughie came back, I said, you know, you’ll have to take Dave with you because he was looking and thinking how lucky John was.”
…Art was maybe about six months old, so you were about two.
(My brother John, who would have been about three and a half, was not allowed to walk because of his polio.)
Characters • Ferguson, Art • Ferguson, David • Ferguson, Hughie • Ferguson, John • Macdonald, Greet • Stories • Storytellers • told by David Ferguson • told by Greet Macdonald | Dave Ferguson February 26, 2006
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By Rose Abril, February 27, 2006 @ 7:16 am
So now the truth comes out! You DID have your own room at one point.
That’s a good story. Grandma has the best ones.
By Frank, February 28, 2006 @ 10:16 pm
Good God, David, I even had my own room at your house!