Personal Narrative-Humorous Day

It was one of those lovely spring days in May. With all those spring mornings that would be coming his way Michael would bear witness to many of them. But there was a reason why he specifically chose this day, for he hid away a memory in his subconscious. Saturday.....yes, it was a Saturday. His mother would not have asked him for his help unless it had been a Saturday. Michael had been coming up the stairs when she summoned him.
Her voice seemed rather stern, not unfriendly just sort of serious. “Mike, come here and give me a hand will you? Help me make these beds, I don’t know where your sisters are.” Before she could say another word Mike was standing opposite her. “Okay let’s have the first one.” Without a word, the bottom sheet flew in his direction. He immediately tucked it in and smoothed it out and swiftly shoved the top half under the mattress. “You’re pretty fast this morning young man....now make it right.”
“I

did mama, it’s done.... just like you taught me.”
“Good boy! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m a little irritable at this moment.” Just as she finished the sentence Carol walked into the room. “Gee, Mama I forgot to get up here and help you with the beds.”
“That’s alright dear, it’s not as though I can’t make a bed by myself.” She started to laugh. “I’ve made my share of them over the years. It’s just that I got myself in kind of a snit.”
“Why, what did he do?” Carol asked tilting her head in Mike ‘s direction .
“Who Mike? He hasn’t done anything. It’s just that sometimes your father drives me crazy with all his talk about the Whorfs. It’s not often that he does it, but this morning he was in one of those “family tree” moods. He was going on about all the Information that your Uncle Dick got at the Mormon Ancestry center in Utah. If they were Yankee names like, Patience, Charity, Thankful-Annie and Hannah, or if they all came out of the Bible. Both New and Old Testament Mary, John, Thomas, Nathaniel, Isaac, Rebecca, and I don’t know where they got these names....twins born in 1690, Experience and Mercy. And then he had all the great Sea Captains…practically all of whom were Yankee Whalers, adventurous, brave men who dared to wrest a living from the sea. Well, all that may be true but the Wings had some fairly notable individuals as well....some pretty heroic stories of their own. Now that I think of it your Grandpa Wing could rattle off some history !!” Carol and Mike plunked themselves down on the other un-made bed and were eager to listen. Their mother continued.
“Have you ever heard of a man whose name was William Prescott?” The children shook their heads.” No?

Well, he was of the stuff of which this country is made. You talk about heroes!! You ‘ve heard of the Battle of Bunker Hill?” They had indeed. “Well, there was a battle fought there....actually it was fought on Breeds Hill, right next to Bunker, because Prescott claimed that he could put up a better defensive battle, fighting on the smaller of the two hills. Anyway, here come the British, hundreds of them with bayonets at the ready, but the Americans sent them reeling back with volleys of musket balls. The thing of it was that kind of fire power depleted the American stock pile of ammo but that didn’t stop the British. And once more they charged…In fact the red coats went up that hill here times The Yankees held their fire momentarily, and then heard above the din and roar of battle the shouting voice of Colonel William Prescott, “Don’t fire until you see the white of their eyes!!” Carol and Michael sat there on the bed, enthralled by the

story
.......” That children, is a match for any sea Captain’s bravery, wouldn’t you say? And WILLIAM PRESCOTT, was one of your distant relatives!