Each week usually meant a visit to Trenton. The adults would play cards upstairs while the kids played in the basement. Mark and Peg used to pick on me because I was the youngest and they were older and bigger than I was. We would get in all kinds of things in that basement in Trenton while they were all upstairs playing cards. Uncle Harry and Grandma Graf were still alive and dad would go over there too and play cards.

Grandma Graf always had a fifth of whiskey in her bedroom for when she had a cold ,she would take a drink of it,funny that dad always thought he was coming down with something when he went to Trenton just to get a drink of her whiskey.

We were down stairs as usual and Mark and I put on Boxing gloves and he accidentally hit me hard so I started to cry and Mark tried to get me to stop crying before they would hear me upstairs. He would do everything,he would tell me to hit him back and I did as hard as I could,which was not much with how little I was and he would act like I really hit him hard and would fall on the floor and act like he was really hurt but I still kept crying.

The parents finally yelled down to us to see what was going on (after they got done playing out their hands, of course). We went up stairs and when Uncle Harry found out what had happened he started kicking Mark down the hall, was like a cartoon, he would kick and mark would jump and this went on all the way down the hall.

I didn’t know what he did to him after that but I did stop crying. lol