This could be the case of “three mischievous boys trying to ‘off’ the only sister they had.” That’s my sister’s view of it, decades after the incident happened.
This could be the case of “three mischievous boys trying to ‘off’ the only sister they had.”
That’s my sister’s view of it, decades after the incident happened.
Or, it could just be a matter of ... I don’t know, misidentification. My sister hadn’t been around the family all that many years when the incident took place. She might not have been able to properly identify her brothers at that point.
This whole thing started when my sister emailed me news of a birthday party for my “country-western cowgirl niece,” making me aware in the process that, apparently, there still are issues from our childhood.
“Whenever I think of cowboy/girl outfits, I remember the photo I saw of all of us four kids pretending to be cowboys/cowgirl,” her email said, innocently enough, bringing to mind an old family picture back in our gun-toting days. Our neighborhood, it appears, was in the wild and lawless portion of western New York.
According to her recollection — and this is all subject to cross examination in court if it turns out she was bringing it up as a preliminary to some civil or criminal action — I was in the back row of the photo with my brothers Dave and Brian.
“I was in the front of the photo and off to the side was Dave’s hand with a toy gun pointing to my head,” she remembered. “But I know you guys really loved me right?”
Well, my word, this little bit of family nostalgia took a nasty and potentially felonious turn.
Not to throw my older brother under the court’s bus, but this photo shooting wasn’t my fault. If my sister was remembering the photo correctly, Dave was the one pointing the gun. I was just a relatively innocent accomplice, albeit also armed, according to my sister.
But, I’ll bet my gun was holstered. I was a very polite and orderly gunslinger, who probably would have asked permission to point a toy pistol at anyone, even a sibling.
I tried to tell her that I wouldn’t have threatened to shoot her, even in the kind of semi-amusing manner that she was suggesting. Why, that goes way beyond the rules for run-of-the-mill family picture fun, such as putting two “bunny ears” fingers behind a brother’s head. I wouldn’t have done that either, by the way, unless there is photographic evidence.
Probably, I was “forced at gunpoint” to participate in the photographic shenanigans, I wrote back to her. Likely, under my brother’s threat –– “You warn her that I’m going to point my gun at her and I’ll tell Mom that you drank right from the milk bottle,” he said –– I’m sure I did nothing more than sit there, looking out of the corner of my eye, suspiciously. I might have held one hand over my mouth to make sure my mother or father didn’t see me giggle.
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In my further defense, I firmly believe that the statute of limitations is up in regards to any of these offenses. What’s a jury of my peers going to do at this point, send me to my room?
Besides, I believe I remember — if this incident ever happened — that we already got chastised for our actions by my mother after my father allegedly took the photo. She nevertheless must have gone ahead and printed the picture — perhaps as evidence — and put it into the family photo album, according to my sister.
It’s not there now. The evidence is missing. Faulty family record-keeping.
“I’m on a mission to find that photo ... ” my sister emailed me. She added “HEE HEE,” so I think she was joking.
Still, I talked to a friend who is a lawyer, and he advised me not to write “HA HA” back. It was my idea to ask “what photo?” Hadn’t pleading ignorance — “What milk bottle?” — worked when my older brother finally squealed on me?