One morning I was sitting on the kitchen table and my mother was dressing me when my father came home from work. He worked nights in a dry cleaning plant. He took money from his pocket and told my mother he had found it in some ones clothes. (He found tons of stuff over the years, it was part of his job to go threw the pockets before the clothes were put into the large dry cleaning machines. )....I think it was the first time that either of them ever saw a Two Dollar Bill....and by the way, that was a full days pay at that time..he was making less that $10.00 a week...I was about 3 years old and of course I wanted the money. My father said, if you can tell me the name of the president on this bill you can have it, and both he and my mother laughed...I looked at him and said Thomas Jessefin, he said what ?...Thomas Jessifin, I repeated. They looked at each other and one of them asked me, how do you know that....I shrugged my shoulders and I really did not know how I knew it, it just popped into my head. I asked if I was correct and laughing my father said no...it was Jefferson and you said Jessifin....so needless to say I did not get the money, but that two dollars bought some meat for dinner.......my father was unemployed for two years prior to that so that money came in handy.....I remember that event as clear as a bell, but I really do not know how I knew the answer....I have experienced ESP many many times in my life, so I guess it may have started way back then. I try it now with Lotto numbers but ..no luck.
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Wow.. thats a pretty good story. I am glad Grandpa didn't bring home the feathers and ask you who they belonged to. Your answer would have been Sallwe Waand. It is amazing how you knew that, but I recall the time you were hit by the car on Tulip Ave. You told the paramedics that Lincoln was president. Ever notice that your life is surrounded by presidents ?
Now... as a child I recall seeing a cigar box that contained things grandpa found in IWOL. Amoung them, I recall Italian Lira, wind up chattering teeth, some old coins and a pair of dice.
So lets try and summarize this..
As a small child you , played with a big organ, ESP about a 2 dollar bill and wore tight fitting hoods. I'd say this is all the makings of a Steven King Book. ;-)
I could go on and on, but I wont
L- Ronzi
you are too much Ron....but I love your sense of humor, it reminds me of someone I know..?....oh wait, it's me....LUD (Luve u dad )
Great story and great reply ... but I would expect no less from either one of you!
As for the ESP, I think it runs in the family ... of course the ESP does seems to die when it comes to selecting the winning lotter numbers for all of us.
I don't have any stories to share in regards to my parents and finding money (we had none ... hahaha) but I have one to share about John.
When I was potty training my Pope-loving enterprising son, the ONLY way he would go "potty" is if I paid him. Now we were living in England at the time and I thought it would be easier just to pay him in dollars as I had plenty of those laying around. But 2 1/2 my son insisted on being paid with British pounds because "dollars" weren't worth enough. I still just shake my head at that!!!
So a Cianciaruso-Steven King movie ... hmmmm...do I see an MTV Movie Award in our future? Hey John Paul can film it right??
Have a great weekend!
K
oxoxoxox
Make sure to make the movie with "Smell-a-vision" since everything that Dad brought home smelled of benzene, including him. I used to love that smell!
And I used to think his full name was "Mike the Benzene Cleaner," since that's who I asked for when I was allowed to make the phone call to him every night.
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