Hi… my name is Clark Lawrence Robinson, I am the Author of this blog, and I am the person who is writing this blog. “THIS”… is the story of my life.
From this point forward (and in the photo above) I am 5 years old, this blog will progress all the way up to today (at 65 years old).
Welcome to my Blog.
My kindergarten school… just 3 blocks from home
The year was 1959…
You know what, I haven’t looked at this school in 60 years, and have done so now only because I was using “Google Street View” to locate this school and get a screen shot of it for this blog… and you know what? I was knocked off my feet when I looked at the school… because I clearly remember looking at this school’s steps and thinking to myself “Wow! That’s really high, I have to climb all those steps.” Which as I think about it now, those steps “are” probably pretty high to five year old’s, I know they certainly where to me. But looking at them now I am surprised, no… shocked, that it was only a single flight of 4 steps. It’s amazing what we perceive when we are children!
Anyway, here we go… As best I can remember… one day, sometime during my stay in “that” Kindergarten school, I do remember my mother walking me to school one morning, and I must have felt that I was big enough on that morning to walk to school on that day… “alone”… and all by myself, and though I think my mother was probably reluctant to do so, she went ahead and let me try it (the school was only about 3 blocks and a straight shot up the street from where we lived)… anyway, my mother let me try it. I remember it well… it was a bright sunny morning, and all was peaceful and quiet, so off I went… I came (un-aided) to the first crosswalk I had to cross to get to the school, then it was just a quick hop, skip, and a jump and I’d be safely at the school and in my class… little did I know that this day… would mark for me the first day of what was going to be a long list of things that where going to challenge my nerve, courage, and inner resolve continuously… and for the rest of my life.
the intersection
My 1st “Intersection”
As I approached the intersection that I had to cross to get to the school a car pulled up and stopped at the crosswalk, the driver inside the car (I could see him through the windshield of the car) raised his hand up and motioned at me with his hand… I don’t know why, but with that I became terrified… I don’t know what it was (or what he wanted, and surely the man driving the car was doing no more than motioning for me to go ahead and cross the street)… but I wasn’t having any of it, I was completely convinced that this man, and his car, where surely going to try to run over me as soon as I got in front of the car. So, with that, with me being the highly intelligent kid that I was (pun here), I immediately turned around, broke out into one of the loudest and wildest crying routines that as far as I can remember I have ever had since… and I ran all the way back to her screaming, crying and running for my life. My mother caught me, as I frantically tried to explain to her that someone was trying to kill me, she scooped me up and headed us back to the intersection (pretty bold of her hugh), I remember that as clear as a bell… I don’t remember much else about Kindergarten after that, except for what else I’m fixing to share with you now. That year was 1959… and my father, having been a front lines rifleman during WWII, did what any good soldier returning from war would do for his son (and this is a true story).
The Mare’s Laig
My father bought and gave to me, a cap firing toy replica of a thing called a “Mares Leg Rifle” (correct spelling Mare’s Laig), just like the one used in that popular T.V. series at that time that starred that famous Actor… those of you who remember that rifle know who I’m talking about… he went on to be a mega movie star. I don’t know if that toy given to me by my father was supposed to be some kind of security blanket for me or not… but I’ll tell you this, with that Mare’s Leg cap gun, and two rolls of caps in my pocket… I became a terror to everyone at that kindergarten school… so much so… the school principle called my father and asked him to come to his office… it was great, I was a big man around the school… I don’t remember what ever happed to that cap gun… …but I do remember the trigger breaking and I never played with it again. It was crazy… I mean I was shooting everybody at that school, I remember other kids running and crying. I was firing that thing so fast and hard that the hammer that strikes the caps broke off and flew off the gun, I mean I was really shooting at them too, shooting and screaming at them all at the same time.
I have to admit, this was one of finest acting performances I have ever given and that you might ever want to witness. Even if I do say so myself… I played that role!!!
home room
Wanted… Dead or Alive!
There where a few other things I was proficient at… I will elaborate on them as we go forward… next up… Rolling Tires.