{"id":2771,"date":"2019-07-19T14:02:59","date_gmt":"2019-07-19T04:32:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.colinpearce.com\/?p=2771"},"modified":"2022-10-28T12:48:50","modified_gmt":"2022-10-28T02:18:50","slug":"destiny-of-a-storyteller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/colinpearce.com\/destiny-of-a-storyteller\/","title":{"rendered":"A story about how I became a storyteller"},"content":{"rendered":"
One winter\u2019s evening meal set my destiny as a storyteller. I was six.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyway, Sergeant Mick came around on his motorbike and sidecar to get some papers signed at Mr. Mitchell\u2019s. He parked out the front in his usual spot. We were frightened he would make waves and wash our dam away, but when he saw how deep our dam was he couldn\u2019t get off his bike and he just looked as mad as anything.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
(Police Sergeant Mick McKay was as big and fat as a cow and Irish. The look of him scared every kid in the neighbourhood. The sound of his bike coming gave the drunks and the bodgies nightmares.)<\/p>\n
I dropped into an imitation of his Irish brogue.
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\u201cYew byes git dat mook outta dis gooter or ayl poot yewr nayem in may booook<\/em>.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Everyone at the table laughed and my older brother said, \u2018He\u2019s good when he takes people off isn\u2019t he?\u2019 The younger one said, \u2018He sure is. Do his accent again, Colly.\u2019<\/p>\n
Enter, brother. The head table awaits you.<\/H3>
\n65 years later I can still feel the excitement. I had found the brass ring, the knocker for the dark door. I had discovered the pot of gold. I knew where the treasure was hidden and needed no map. I, (yes me, \u2018Fly specks\u2019, \u2018Pest\u2019, \u2018Collywobbles\u2019, \u2018Pipsqueak\u2019) was good at something they weren\u2019t, and for the rest of my life, I would get paid to show off like that all over the world.<\/p>\nThey were champion football, basketball and tennis players. They were handsome with black hair and blue eyes. They had great friends. They wore blue suede shoes and white sports coats, but now my heroes were in awe of me!<\/p>\n
I was their hero<\/strong> \u2014 and I had become one of the family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One winter\u2019s evening meal set my destiny as a storyteller. I was six. Embarrassing dark secret My big brothers didn\u2019t like me. Who could blame them? I was their embarrassing dark secret. Our mother became pregnant with me as an old lady of 39 when they were 9 and 12. The older one was horrified […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2773,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":""},"categories":[460],"tags":[30,422,411,425,417,419],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/colinpearce.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/daniel-von-appen-YoR20C24c3Y-unsplash-e1563510474359.jpg","yoast_head":"\n
A story about how I became a storyteller - COLIN PEARCE<\/title>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n\t\n\n\n\n\n\t\n\t\n\t\n