David, my house

I decided to post this despite not having enough photos of David. David’s childhood photos are all prints and they’re in Dallas. When I’m back, I’ll scan some and then complete this post. Some of what follows is a repeat of parts of this post: http://ckjournal.com/david

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I love my house. All the years with Leslie, then Leslie and David. Loving days. Happy days, growing together as a family – so much time.

I look around. Our home.

It was built in 1931 – three bedrooms, two baths, two kitchens (the house was built to have an apartment in part of it), LR, DR, kitchen and breakfast room. There is a good-sized front/side porch and a cottage (hippie) garden in front. My Mom died there, as did my brother, Tom. My brother John lives there now.

When I’ve been away it takes about three days for the house to reopen in my presence, alive in the present and into the past… Leslie and I were in the midst of the best years of our lives and then David was born propelling us into even better years. Leslie taught me how to be a parent, a good parent.

David was a water baby – bathing in the sink when he was tiny and a

little later playing in a plastic tub in the shower, playing in his Grandmother’s sink for hours and hours. Later, when he was 3-4-5 we would walk to the Y and swim the summer days away. Playing with Katie and Mary Beth like little brown fishes. He and I would swim down to the bottom of the deep end and pop up as far away as we could to surprise Leslie.

When he was about two months old, A Cambodian grandmother named Pov Lon and her granddaughter, Keo came to live with us to help with David for several months – until the betel nut stains on the pillows became too much for Leslie. Lon and Keo moved in with Keo’s Mom in a two story frame house known as “the mansion” in the Cambodian refugee neighborhood. There were 6-8 other families living in the mansion in rooms divided by blankets. David spent many days there, always being held or in a hammock, rocking back and forth, back and forth… Years later I took care of Keo when she was dying of breast cancer.

Leslie’s office was a few blocks away and I was in the community a lot, so we could both come by a few times a day. David’s siblings, Bunchoeun, Phana, and Soda also were there some, as they lived nearby. I’m guessing Choeun was about 8, Phana 5, and Soda 3. Thirty years later I took care of Phana through many days of cancer treatment and into the days of her dying.

David slept in a crib in his bedroom. He cried when we put him to bed, so one of us always slept beside his crib. The pediatrician said, “Let him cry it out.” We tried that for about three minutes, which was as close as he ever got to “cry it out.” He was colicky in the evening and the only thing that soothed him was going for a walk, so every night there we were, walking Baby David. When the weather was bad we’d walk in the corridors of JL Long Middle School a block from the house. Big-time good times.

From the earliest days we arranged our home for David. In the living room I built a carpeted three-step stair leading to a 2’x3’ platform and then three more steps down. The sides had walls and there was a little hidey-hole beneath. Later after he could zoom up and down the stairs, I exchanged that for a huge (4’x4’x8’) heavy-duty cardboard box full of pillows and stuffed animals. The couch was a boat and there were wagon rides all over the house.

After the high chair (always at the table with us), we put a child’s table with two little chairs in the kitchen. We usually ate at that table. David learned his ABCs at the table and when he was in K-1, did his homework there. Since there only two little chairs, I always sat on a milk crate. That was back when I could sit on a little box for long periods of time.

David had big heavy bunk beds (David Overton helped carry and set them up). The bottom bunk was like a cave full of “babies” (stuffed animals) and pillows. In the evenings he and I would sit in the cave and I would tell stories about “Little Wolf and his Daddy.” We would have adventures in the snow and forests and mountains and then there would be a big snow storm and we would be holed up in the cave and would let assorted (stuffed) animals in for shelter. One of the animals was Critter, who was always starting trouble, and Sandy, the biggest bear would talk tough and then of course, David’s oldest bear, Cookie Baby, would get everyone calmed down. Sometimes we would put on plays for Leslie, with the biggest hit being “Running Bear” sung by Critter.

David’s room usually had a tent set up in the middle of the floor. Often the whole room was a “fort” made of blankets and tapestries and tables and chairs. Always Goldy would get into the tent with us or whomever was there and when she would pass gas everyone would pile out laughing.

We all three liked to pile up in Leslie’s and my bed – we would read and talk and sometimes David and I would have huge battles trying to push each other off the bed and when it looked like the other guy was going off the edge, the one winning for the moment would shout (for reasons unknown) “Big Door!”

In the back yard I built (with help from Chuck Maxey) a big tree house with a “secret entrance” that only big kids like David and Katie could use. There was a pulley and bucket that Leslie would put food in for the children to haul up. We were always trying to get Goldy to “Put the ball in the bucket!” but it never happened. We would laugh and laugh and she would just stand there with the ball in her mouth. There was a zip line from the tree house to the corner of the yard. “Don’t let go!”

After Christmas we scoured the neighborhood for discarded Christmas trees, which were used to make vast “tree forts” – with tunnels and rooms and children and dogs everywhere.

We would go for long walks along the Santa Fe railroad tracks with David riding my shoulders much of the way. Other times he would bushwhack along the steep 20-30’ high berms. Sometimes we’d get as far as the “big black bridge” – a railroad over White Rock Creek. Several times I climbed up a 50’ supporting pillar and belayed David up, then got quickly off the bridge, as the trains were still running then.

We’d take canoe journeys up and down the creek – above the lake almost to LBJ Freeway and below the lake until the woods and meadows gave way to neighborhoods where street people were hanging out.

My Mom lived in the back cottage. In her last few years of life she was at peace with life. David was a part of that – hanging out with her – standing on a step stool and playing in her kitchen sink, hanging out in her bed, having snacks like candied pecans, orange cake, cookies from Neiman’s. There were back porch get-togethers, back yard parties, holidays, and countless hours spent together – what a life for all of us.

He was with her the night she died (cancer) in the cottage – before and after, my beautiful child. My Mom and I journeyed  together about four weeks before she died. After that she had much less pain and unhappiness.

David and my Mom and I went to Little Gus cafe for breakfast almost every Saturday. We’d eat and talk with one another and with other people. David especially enjoyed stuffing endless napkins in a glass of water.

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This was the house I came home to in the morning after Leslie passed away at Baylor.