The Fifty-Dollar Car

You are just like your mother/father. It is said over and over to each and everyone of us. Great if you have or had wonderful parents. Inside every home are things that are hidden from the outside world. Uglyness is something that is not notice until you become close to a family. I find it heartbreaking to know that some families hate each other, really. The nice things they do for each other are only to make a show. With all the vices my family had; they did not hate each other. They loved themselves, whiskey and stuff more.
There is a never ending family cycle even inherted by my generation. The one's of us that now have adult children are acting like the disfunctional ones of the past. A car, different car; the son of a son let the family tradition carry on just recently. The 1960's story has always mad me sick that there were such selfish people in the world, much less in my family. Abe my grandfather; I have mentioned before there is a special Hell for this man. His son came to him telling of a car in Whitehead that he wanted to buy. The owner was asking $50 for the car. Uncle Bill had to save the money for the car. His wonderful father took $50 to the owner, almost immediatly, bought the car for the $50. Abe took the car home showed his son he bought the car. Uncle Bill, his own son really wanted this car. He got the car finally, after his own father made him pay $75 for the car. Imagine making a $25 profit off of you own son on purpose. Next generation, dad comes home; son has his car; he has painted; fixed up good to drive and is made give dear old dad the car.