Monday, May 19, 2025 The Boy Who Wanted A Brother

The boy was doted upon as the only son of his parents. His mother was from the far away north, born in Norway and coming to the New World as a little girl. His father was a son of Minnesota, born among the pines and lakes. Somehow they met – God arranged it very carefully – and decided they were better together than apart. A marriage ceremony sealed matters nicely. The boy came along shortly afterward, but not too shortly, if you get my meaning.

He was a happy lad with a sweet and cheerful nature. But as he grew, he realized that his happiness was not quite complete. No, things wouldn’t be quite right in his world unless he had a brother. He made his petition to the parents and such was their devotion to him that they got right on it. The year the boy turned 5, everyone in the household made room for one more little boy, a baby brother, who also had a sweet and cheerful nature. And he, too, was doted upon.

Although I have added some verbiage to it, this is essentially the story my dad used to tell us about how he got a little brother. I have no reason to doubt its veracity. But there was always that twinkle in his eye as he told it…

Unless this post is doted upon, I’m afraid I shall have to delete it.