My parents were not lax this was the usual order of things in our town.
I liked that we had no curfew and after a certain age could wander anywhere in town we pleased. He liked to pass by at night and see his name in lights. Next year, the sign flashed ROGER, which we considered an amazing coincidence since that was my brother’s name. Once, on a particularly high leap, my brother hit the K in KROGER with his head, causing the neon tube to shatter. My brother and I would climb on the bags and vault from stack to stack. I liked that I lived four blocks from the Kroger grocery store, where every spring they stacked bags of peat moss out front. I liked that I could ride my Schwinn Typhoon there without crossing Main Street, which my mother didn’t allow. I liked that the Dairy Queen sold ice cream cones for a dime. I recall being grateful I didn’t live in China because I didn’t care for Chinese food and couldn’t speak the language.
I wasn’t sure where China was, but suspected it was on bus route three. I remember looking over the room, guessing which children they might be. Hen I was in the second grade, my teacher, Miss Maxwell, read from the Harmony Herald that one in every four children lived in China. The Spelling Bee� 22.� The Testimony 23.� Legal Grounds 24.� The Shroud of Harmony AcknowledgmentsĪbout the Author Praise Other Books By Philp Gully Cover Copyright About the Publisher Miss Rudy, Wilbur, and Friday Nights Burma-Shave� The Birds and the Bees� This Callous Pride� The Aluminum Years� Brother Norman and the Bus�įirst Grade� Noodle Day� The World� Mutiny� The Twins� Roger and Tiffany�ġ9. Home to Harmony� Settling In� The Bobservation Post� The Swordfish� Revival� Uly� It is dedicated also to the memory of Nancy Mullen, whose strong Quaker spirit was a blessing to all who knew her. This book is dedicated to my wife Joan, who, after two children and sixteen years of marriage, delights me still.
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