Jim Cooper had a birthday yesterday!

When I remember growing up in the old house on West Marshall street in Charleston, I think of us as a family of five:  Daddy, Momma, Jim, Rosie and me!  The other kids lived somewhere else!  Jim was the tormentor but when the animals died, we carried the bodies to the field wrapped in dotted Swiss and we had a service with Jim doing the service.  And Brother Jim did it with dignity!

Rose Marie  and I talked about him yesterday and we laughed like 

hyenas at his temper fits!  No one was excluded!  He thought he was an expert on the organ and he once wrote a very adult letter to the head of an organ company telling him what was wrong with his organ!  The president called him back and Daddy answered the phone saying that Jim was out in the barn milking the cow!  Jim ranted and raved for months when Daddy told him about the call and his response!  But not to Daddy--to his little sisters he called Dumkoph (to show off his German) and/or Pig of the Back Woods!   I reminded Rosie of his oft said prediction to me: "You have no talent!  You will wind up selling tickets at the McCutchen Theater in Charleston!"