A 1st Grade Friend

In the beginning of 1st grade, we lived in Kerkhoven Minnesota.  My mom grew up in this town.  In that case, my grandpa grew up in Kerkhoven.  Needless to say, my mom’s cousins were everywhere!   I’m pretty sure that I thought I was related to everyone in Kerkhoven.

Except for the Lottmans.  I knew we were not related to the Lottmans.
The Lottmans were AWESOME!
Except for their dad.
Their dad–Steve.

Oh, how this man scared me.

I don’t know if I was the only little girl he scared, but
He. Scared. Me.

You think I am kidding?

I am not!

The man was nice.
But the man was crazy!

He would freak me out so much that even when I just saw him I would hide behind my mom.  And yet inside me there was the deep desire for him to know that I was there to tease.   But then, when he would notice me and be all crazy, I would grin and bury my face in my mom’s skirt and run behind her (usually still holding her skirt so that it was beautifully twisted around her legs). 

Oh, the inner turmoil! 

Maybe it was a good thing that we moved away when we did.
To save me.
From the crazy Steve.

Disclaimer:  As I grew up, I learned to like the guy and since he was a professional photographer, I asked mom if he could take my senior pictures.  And he did and I loved them.
And was he still crazy? 
Of course!

I am joining Janna again.

About giannarae

I am a child of God who has been given the humbling job of being a wife and a mother to 4. Those whom He has given to me are my Sweet Peas and Buddies and one Honey.
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9 Responses to A 1st Grade Friend

  1. ~Joy says:

    Kerkhoven?? This sure is a small world! My sister in law was over today and told me sister lives in Kerkhoven. Only about 45 minutes away from me! We were practically neighbors!

  2. Jess says:

    A photographer? Well. That explains it! 🙂

  3. Berry Patch says:

    Love this memory! 🙂

  4. Amanda says:

    I hope he doesnt read your blog! 😉

    Amanda

  5. haha, this cracked me up, “the crazy Steve”. I actually had a few friends dads that were a little crazy too, but in a totally fun way.

  6. Arletta Rue says:

    ahhh… I remember it well !!!

  7. I had several men who teased me when I was a little girl – our neighbors. And I loved it!
    They called me “Karen-with-a-K” and I always felt so special. Guess I'm just kinda silly that way. *grin*

  8. Janna says:

    It's hard when you are a kid to articulate just why a person scares you.

    Lots of cousins in Kerkhoven:)

  9. Mom2three says:

    I love your story! He must have been making silly faces at you to get you to smile. Did you link this post to your senior year posting?

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