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Kurt

I need to start somewhere. It has to be birth. I am the oldest. Dad takes mom on as project and mom has decided getting married to dad is the right thing. It is in the name of someone named Gary who is coming on the scene. Mom is leaving affluence determined to be the mom her mother was not. And dad lost his dad when he was about a teenager. What could go wrong? Mom was clearly from ministry background, her grandfather founded an assembly church. Dad's father had minister aspiration. Love is in the air.
Kurt is the result of the decision that they made to be joined to each other. From looking at some early pictures it made no sense that the oldest son was all grins while kurt was a bit glum in comparison. Sometimes what seems so ideal does not look as pretty as mom and dad might want. Yet as time goes on one can see positives. Kurt is a social butterfly go getter. He thrives on being on the outside. He is sports minded in ways that the oldest is not. Kurt is a sprinter leaving the older son in the dust. Maybe it will make sense some day, even as Dad slaves away in a factory job just out of high school. He has help from a friend who helps him get job. Mom is committed to being the stay at home mom for better or worse. And so the story begins...
Kurt and Gary are a little less than one year apart. They will share the upstairs room most of their childhood. Gary slept on the right side bed next to the window. Kurt was in the left side bed by the window. It was waking up together and then going in totally different directions. Gary liked being inside and played with toys, puzzles and books as he got older. Kurt was a lot more comfortable on the outside where he seemed to have lots of friends. He was not one to stay in much. And as the two brothers go older kurt was working ahead of his older brother Gary doing a paper route with Beaver(a nickname). He made money. And thus I became more of a conniver trying to find a way to get even, and once I did get money it was spent just as fast, while kurt was more of a saver. One of the ways we made easy money was by brushing moms hair. We got a quarter for this labor of love. Sometimes we got in trouble for doing it wrong. I recall one of the situations where kurt got in trouble and I got hit instead of him. This began the perception that kurt was favored more. I was developing an awful temper. Whatever you do, don't get Gary mad. I fought. It was the only way to get even with a brother who seemed to be special. Most of my fighting revolved around crying and then getting real mad and beating the hell out of someone.