My dad was known in our family as the man who was always telling stories. It was something passed down from his father because I remember his dad always telling us stories. My grandfather had a sheriff’s badge, and he used to show it to us saying he used to be a U. S. Marshall, but it was actually his dad, Samuel Parks, who was the U. S. Marshal for Indian Territory. My dad used to tell stories too. My dad had a special story for everyone.
He said my older sister was a spotted pony. He said that I was an angel that fell out of a cloud, and he clipped my wings so I couldn’t fly. When I was a little girl, he was always checking my back to see if the pin feathers had begun to grow in again. He said my brother just younger than I am was a pig with a curly tail. He also said my brother had a huge snake named Garlic. Garlic was so big that my brother could ride on his back, and once my brother rode on his back and my brother and Garlic dug the Snake river in Idaho together. My next brother down was known as a crocagator, an animal that my dad made up. A crocagator was part crocodile and part alligator. It had no tail. It just had a head at either end. My brother was always grumpy, and my dad decided to call him a crocagator because crocagators were very dangerous beasts with a head of both a crocodile and an alligator. My youngest sister was always really tall, so he said she was a jackrabbit. She is actually 5′ 10″ which in no way is short for a girl. My dad said he was walking in the high desert in southern California, and he saw a jackrabbit, and he reached down and pulled its tail, and my sister popped out.
My dad wasn’t finished yet. He called one of my sons his clone because the two of them looked so much a like. He said the world decided they weren’t finished with him, so they cloned him. He called my brother’s son Sasquatch (Big Foot) because he was always a big boy growing up. He said my youngest daughter was a fairy who stayed in his garden eating berries because he always found her in his garden eating berries. He told one of my nephews that they went to the zoo and found a baby bear. They took the baby bear home and shaved it, and it was my nephew. He had my nephew afraid to go back to the zoo because he didn’t want to be taken home. I really appreciated it when my dad built a fish pond in his yard and put a statue of an angel next to it, and when I went to visit, he said the angel statue was me. However, from what I understand, I have a niece who is a lot like me, and he told her it was her too, but he told her she was a fairy.
According to my dad, these little guys are really dangerous, so if we go to the Chihuahua Desert in Mexico, we need to be careful.
He really caused trouble with that niece. She wanted to go on a mission trip to Chihuahua, Mexico and help in a medical mission to an orphanage down there. She was a teenager, and he could still get her. He began telling her that if she went on the mission trip, she would have to be careful as she traveled through the Chihuahua desert because there were wild packs of Chihuahuas running through the desert, and they were dangerous. He had her going for a while trying to figure out whether he was telling the truth or lying until she figured out it was just another one of his stories.
My dad kept everyone’s lives interesting. Everyone always says his stories need to be written down. Well here are many of his stories. They were short, but if you knew the people he told them about, they made sense. My brother who was the pig with a curly tail was a chubby little boy. He wasn’t chubby as an adult, but as a little boy, he was. There are probably more stories that he told different grand kids, but I am not sure I know them all. He was a conundrum for his kids and grand kids. We were all trying to figure the world around us out when we were small, and he kept many of us confused, but he was just joking, and I know his dad told us stories about him being a U. S. Marshal because he was trying to connect and entertain us.