| meh. ( @ 2009-05-31 12:46:00 |
Michael Ross and my grandparents.
So while driving with Gramma, she told me about Michael Ross, and how she and Grampa knew him when he was a kid.
Now, back before they moved to Brooklyn, Gramma and Grampa lived in Attawaugan, and lived in a duplex. They rented half the house out to a relative of Michael's grandmother on his father's side (or maybe they rented to the grandparents themselves? I forget..). After Gram & Grampa moved to Brooklyn, Gramma had stopped by and was talking to her one day, the grandmother, and her husband came out and screamed at her to quit talking to people in the yard. Gram said that the grandmother was always a quiet little woman, sitting in church, hands in her lap, smiling all nice..
But Michael was a troublemaker. His father Danny had moved them up behind Gramma and Grampa, in Brooklyn, and when Michael went to wait for the schoolbus, he'd knock over their trash cans, and go through their mail and rip stuff up. Grampa went to speak to Danny, and confronted him about it. Danny asked if Grampa wanted to press charges, and Grampa said no, he didn't want any trouble, he just wanted Michael to mind his own business and leave their stuff alone.
Danny sent Michael over to apologize. "Gee, Mr. Wing, I'm really sorry.." yeah, right. Grampa told him he didn't care if he had to catch the schoolbus on the corner there, but he'd better not touch their trash cans and mail any more, or he *would* be pressing charges. My grandfather stood up to and told off a freaking serial killer!
Gram didn't have any story after that. But I knew that after that, they had gotten a post office box, and still do, to this day. And funny enough, Michael Ross moved to Jewett City, which is where my family moved when I was 9. He'd been arrested two years earlier, but still.
I was thinking about it last night. He was put to death in 2005. Gramma maybe ought to have gone to his execution. Made eye contact. Shown him that people even all the way back to his childhood knew he was a bad seed. And then left, because Gram doesn't need to watch somebody getting killed.
So while driving with Gramma, she told me about Michael Ross, and how she and Grampa knew him when he was a kid.
Now, back before they moved to Brooklyn, Gramma and Grampa lived in Attawaugan, and lived in a duplex. They rented half the house out to a relative of Michael's grandmother on his father's side (or maybe they rented to the grandparents themselves? I forget..). After Gram & Grampa moved to Brooklyn, Gramma had stopped by and was talking to her one day, the grandmother, and her husband came out and screamed at her to quit talking to people in the yard. Gram said that the grandmother was always a quiet little woman, sitting in church, hands in her lap, smiling all nice..
But Michael was a troublemaker. His father Danny had moved them up behind Gramma and Grampa, in Brooklyn, and when Michael went to wait for the schoolbus, he'd knock over their trash cans, and go through their mail and rip stuff up. Grampa went to speak to Danny, and confronted him about it. Danny asked if Grampa wanted to press charges, and Grampa said no, he didn't want any trouble, he just wanted Michael to mind his own business and leave their stuff alone.
Danny sent Michael over to apologize. "Gee, Mr. Wing, I'm really sorry.." yeah, right. Grampa told him he didn't care if he had to catch the schoolbus on the corner there, but he'd better not touch their trash cans and mail any more, or he *would* be pressing charges. My grandfather stood up to and told off a freaking serial killer!
Gram didn't have any story after that. But I knew that after that, they had gotten a post office box, and still do, to this day. And funny enough, Michael Ross moved to Jewett City, which is where my family moved when I was 9. He'd been arrested two years earlier, but still.
I was thinking about it last night. He was put to death in 2005. Gramma maybe ought to have gone to his execution. Made eye contact. Shown him that people even all the way back to his childhood knew he was a bad seed. And then left, because Gram doesn't need to watch somebody getting killed.