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No, Not Me

by "Unknown" with some assistance from Ken Thompson

My daughter is a coordinator in "Special Ed" and says that growing up with me as her parent has more than qualified her for her position. She has told me that A.D.D. is essentially a chronic neurological state, which usually occurs in children but which infrequently shows itself in mature adults. It seems that these adult individuals may reach a state wherein there are certain regressions that manifest themselves as "attention deficit disorder". Since the occurrence of A.D.D. in adults has not been scientifically studied, the manifestation of A.D.D. symptoms in adults has been casually classified as A.A.A.D.D.: Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.


Classical symptoms include a lack of attention, inability to focus, forgetfulness, mood swings, minor irritability and general disorganization. These symptoms may be casually blamed on stress or other relevant or irrelevant factors. Because it is uncommon for adults to develop A.D.D., it may take longer than usual for an individual to approach a doctor about these symptoms and even longer for the doctor to diagnose and develop a protocol to address both the symptoms and the cause.

When I became a pensioner, rather than a retiree, one of the counselors who spoke with me emphasized that I should make a list for myself each night of the things I'm supposed to do the next day. Along with getting a pension check I was told to "exercise, focus, plan my time and work my plan".

After about three year of pensioning, I was unofficially diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D.: Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. My life seemed to be overcome by the tyranny of random and trivial events and decisions. This is how it manifests itself:

I get up, wash up, pull on walking shorts, a non-offensive T-shirt, and sandals and head off to kiss my wife good morning.

I prick my finger and take a reading; I down a glass of apple juice with my meds and expect to have a fun-filled and productive day.

As I walk down the driveway to get the morning paper to read with my coffee, I see that the garden flowers are a little droopy and so I decide to give them a quick watering.

As I walk with the hose on to the flowers, I see my car and notice that it is dingy and decide it needs a washing to get the dust and leaves off. Won't take too much time or effort.

Being wise and considerate, I decide to get the car keys to move my car so I won't wet my wife's car during the wash. Looking for the keys, I see yesterday's mail on the entryway table, put down my keys, and decide to scan it to see if anything important came in.

All the junk mail and most of the advertisement and solicitations get chucked into the small wastepaper can under the table and the bills put into a neat pile.

Seeing that the can is full I decide to dump it into the big garbage can in the garage and head out to actually complete something.

With the garage door now open, I see that the mailbox is pretty close by, and the cute neighbor lady is out pulling weeds, so I decide to check for today's mail. The short walk will do me good also.

After I gather the today's and yesterday's bills and try to check them without my reading glasses, that I can't find, I decide to pay the ones with a close in due date… if I could make it out. Getting my checkbook and finally getting a pen that writes, I see that I only have one check left.

Realizing that I'll need more than one check, I head off to my desk in the study to get another book of checks.

Passing the kitchen I notice the cup of coffee my wife poured for me when I first got up and to enjoy with a casual read of the morning paper. After putting it into the microwave to re-heat, I head off to the study for the checks.

With the checkbook in hand I see that the coffee is heated and figure I'll sit down for a moment to sip and enjoy the HOT coffee… I'll read the paper later. I put down the checkbook on the kitchen table to use two hands with the coffee so I won't spill any.

Seeing that the coffee had boiled over in the microwave, I go for a paper towel to do a cleanup but see the vase of Costco flowers out of the corner of my eye. Figuring that it will only take a moment, I decide to freshen the water and give them an aspirin.

I put the dry paper towel down and head to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. There I notice my reading glasses that had been missing since yesterday afternoon. Having them will make life easier.

I'll need them later when I finally get to read the newspaper. I'll put them on my desk where I'll be able to find them later. Heading to the study I remember the vase of flowers and elect to at the very least freshen the water and will add the aspirin later.

I temporarily put the eyeglasses on the counter so I won't lose them.

I open a cabinet to get a small pitcher and see the TV remote on the other counter that my wife took out of the den. I realize that tonight, when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote but won't remember that it's in the kitchen, I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs.

Knowing that I must focus, I commit to, at the very least, freshen the vase of flowers. Using a pitcher that is probably too large I spill some water on the counter and floor.

So, I set the remote back on the counter and go to get more paper towels to clean up the mess.

As I pull off probably too many towels I look out the kitchen window and see the backyard I was supposed to clean up yesterday. I also try to remember what I was planning to do and can't figure out why I have a handful of paper towels.

It is now 9:30AM and I'm running a familiar A.A.A.D.D. pattern that will continue… all day!

Already, at this time of day, I'm getting behinder:

The garden flowers are thirsty,

The garden hose is on and leaking,

The car isn't washed,

The car keys are missing,

The bills aren't paid,

The small wastepaper receptacle is missing,

There is a cold cup of coffee sitting on the counter,

I still have only one check left in the book,

I haven't had morning coffee… or breakfast… or read the newspaper,

Some coffee residue is baked on the inside of the microwave,

The Costco flowers are kaput,

The spilled water got tracked throughout the house,

The reading glasses are still lost,

The TV remote is somewhere other than in the den,

The half filled pitcher of water is on the counter,

As is a clump of dry paper towels, and

Tomorrow's task plan isn't even started, etc.

Now it's 4PM and I'm sitting in my disheveled backyard with a glass of Zinfandel my wife handed me when she said she was going to straighten things up. I try to figure out why nothing got done today when I was so damn busy… and I'm now really tired.

I realize A.A.A.D.D. is a serious problem for me and others, though the medical journals, AARP and all my doctors give it scant attention. I personally choose to think that my situation is "minor".

I should get some help for it but I should also "exercise, focus, plan my time at the task level and work my plan".

The glass of Zif is almost empty and I go to get up for a refill but on the way to the kitchen I'll check my email and Google myself to see how and what I'm doing... or maybe play a game or two of solitaire.

[end] & Copyright by Ken Thompson - 2008.

Julie's Situation

by Ken Thompson

    "Did you see Julie at church… she looks like she's four months pregnant and I'm sure she's not just gaining weight… I think she's having a daughter!"


    Pauline Gilmartin was my Aunt and a "no-nonsense" mother who centered her life on her family and on her job as a nurse at Kings County. Though she was God fearing and inspired, He seemed to be in third place behind the family and career He had given her. She took His gifts very seriously.

    Aunt Pauline was a stalwart of the extended family and as solid as could be. She was a down-to-earth, take charge woman who was always invited to, and showed up at, all family gathering. She was the one that always seemed to be cleaning up, getting food and drinks organized, and taking care of crying babies and small children no matter who's they were or where she was.

    Aunt Pauline's position in the family was in part dictated by her mother being Maryellen Cunningham McGrath, the reigning matriarch and overseer for the family.

    While she looked stern and stand-offish, she was actually warm and very caring. All in all, I liked her though, as one of the middle kids, I knew enough to stay out of her way or else, I'd get a job to do.

    Her daughters, Marianne and Julie, were a little older than me and were ever under her watchful eye. Having both daughters beautiful and outgoing, obviously from Uncle Gene's side of the family, added to the requirement for monitoring. The girls were not allowed to ever visit the Shamrock Bar and Grill whether their father, Uncle Gene, was working there or not.

    Don't get me wrong, both the girls led very full lives and were into things to keep them active and out of trouble -- usually.

    Though they were of the same parents, they were very different. Marianne was more outgoing, more athletic, more stylish to the minute, and better at jitterbug and lindy dancing. Julie was a little younger, more reserved; severe yet classic in appearance, and 40's in dress. Her interests were theater, ballet, and Latin dance.

    Both the girls attracted boys to their house on 58th Street. Marianne was coquettish with all of them though she was always goin' steady with Jimmy Morrison. While he would get annoyed with her letting other boys come around, he tended to flirt with any girl in a tight skirt or tight sweater. It was a general feeling that they broke up and got back together every three weeks or so.

    Boys that might come and walk by the Gilmartin house to "run into" Julie were usually disappointed. Julie thought boys her age to be childish and immature. At whatever their age, if they even showed any hormonal interest in Marianne's coquettishness, Julie would go into the house, stoically, and read.

    While Marianne always had "dates", most always with Jimmy, Julie would go out with groups of her theater or ballet friends.

    Aunt Pauline wasn't concerned with the differences in the girls as long as she knew where the girls were and what they were doing. As a matter of fact, she was pleased that the girls weren't in competition with each other. She also took pride in the fact that she had a very good relationship with the girls and could talk with them in confidence about most anything.

    When Marianne graduated from St. Joseph's Commercial HS, Aunt Rose helped her get a job at ConEd so that she could save money for her wedding to Jimmy. Deciding to continue to live at home was supposed to help with the wedding finances. Uncle Gene started collecting "rent" from Marianne and socked it away for the wedding and for getting Marianne and Jimmy off to a good start.

    When Julie graduated two years after Marianne, she and two friends got an apartment in the East Village and she started a career in fashion modeling. While she got some work it wasn't as easy nor as rewarding as she hoped but she was in the City and didn't want to go back to Bay Ridge except to visit.

    Once the girls had graduated from High School, Aunt Pauline knew that things would be different. One of the first things to change was that Jimmy would come over every night after work at the Sunoco station, wash up and have dinner with Marianne. Marianne didn't cook, mind you, so Aunt Pauline would have a longer day in the kitchen after a long day at work. When Jimmy started calling Aunt Pauline "Mom", that was the last straw and Aunt Pauline announced that from then on Marianne would tend the cooked food and that Marianne and Jimmy would have to clean up and do the dishes. Aunt Pauline used to kid that as long as she heard them talking or the plates and silverware clanging she knew nothing was going on.

    When Marianne and Jimmy finally got married in June, 1958, Julie was the Maid Of Honor and looked much more striking than the bride. Marianne went with a puffy, Cinderella look while Julie went with what was to become the Twiggy look. While her look was very different from what was normally seen at a wedding reception at the Oriental Manor in Bensonhurst, it was both stylish and captivating. Her guest for the reception, Jacque Something-or-other, was an artist from the Village who had yet to sell any painting for other than rent and food money.

    His attention to the proceedings showed gross indifference and not even feigned interest. As soon as the bouquet was tossed, and for which Julie didn't even raise her arms to fake a catch, they left and that was the end of that.

    On the whole, my family can make just about anyone feel welcomed but Jacque refused to join in at all. That was probably okay since he and his look, Bohemian, was not something my family particularly valued or was valued in Brooklyn.

    Aunt Pauline attempted to start a ritual of "Sunday dinner at Mom's" but it got nowhere. While she and Julie would speak every three days or so; the topics that had been of mutual interest no longer seemed to be of shared between them. Julie seemed to stop by less and less though she always made an appearance at bigger family event gatherings.

    At the Our Lady of Refuge church, for the wedding of Kevin Deckker to Christina Harrison, in August, 1960, Marianne, at six months pregnant, got to wear a new black skirt-pants and a glittery gold maternity top for the first time. She glowed, the aunts fawned over her, and Jimmy strutted like a peacock.

    Neither Kevin, Christina, Marianne; nor even Jimmy, remained the center of attention for long.

    At the reception, Aunt Rose (a McGrath by marriage if you're keeping track) with a glass of beer in hand, was trying to get some inside information when she asked to everyone in general, in a hushed but loud voice; "Did you see Julie at church… she looks like she's four months pregnant and I'm sure she's not just gaining weight… I think she's having a daughter!"

    Julie's condition was obvious to all who saw her in spite of the raincoat she carried in front of her but no one was talking 'cause no one actually knew anything. While Aunt Rose could raise questions with other of "The Girls", wisely, she wasn't too direct in her approach.

    When Aunt Pauline came into the reception room with Julie and Marianne on her arms and the three of them seemingly giddy sharing secrets, no one really knew much more than that Pauline was seemingly in the know and things seemed okay. Uncle Gene had the head waiter squeeze in another chair and place setting into Table 7 and rewarded him with a ten dollar bill. As Julie sat down everyone fell into place… on her right… Aunt Pauline, Marianne, Jimmy, and Uncle Gene. Out of nowhere the seat to Julie's left was filled by Bridgette McGrath and on her left was Aunt Rose and then my Mom.

    When Grandma McGrath came over to the table, Uncle Gene willingly gave up his seat and Jimmy exited with him to the bar. Anne Morrison jumped into her brother Jimmy's seat. Other seats at the table were filled, and refilled, by others of "The Girls". The cast of visitors to the table continued to turnover throughout the evening.

    As I stood with a glass of ginger ale in my hand, watching all this develop, Jimmy's father wound up by my side. After a moment of looking at the going-ons he said, as a general comment, "Look at 'em. They're circling the wagons. No harm will come to the Gilmartin girls today. One nasty remark or gesture and those women will have you skinned and floating the Gowanus Canal -- face down. They are all one family and nothing bad happens to one of their own."

    All I could do was nod.

    Since the women had taken over Table 7, the men had to fend for themselves for table space elsewhere. That was really okay with them though.

    The rest of the reception had Uncle Gene and Jimmy running drinks between the bar and Table 7. That was their task this day and they did it with a smile, quickly, and the smallest of acknowledgement of a complement sent their way. Aunt Pauline was very proud of them.

    Julie spent that night at Marianne's. Jimmy was relegated to the sofa which was just as well… he was pretty soused.

    When Uncle Gene and Aunt Pauline finally got home that night after ferrying family members around, he asked Aunt Pauline to fill him in but she said she really didn't know that much more than Uncle Gene knew at that point. Questions about the father and/or a marriage only had Aunt Pauline respond, "She knows who the father is but he's taking no responsibility for the baby and Julie does not see him as a husband."

    "Is it that Jacque guy from Marianne's wedding?"

    "She's not saying and if she isn't interested in marrying the father that is probably good. We've gone through tougher things than this and this will work out. We'll find out when we find out. I'm tired."


    Late Sunday, the day after the wedding and after my Mom had had ten or so conversations with others of "The Girls"; my Mom got me alone and asked, "Do you know what was happening yesterday?"

    "Yeah, we found out Julie was knocked up."

    "That is not an expression we use in this house. You can say that she is pregnant, or "with child" or even that she's going to have a baby but we do not use that particular phrase in this house."

    "Okay, we found out that Julie was pregnant and I didn't know she was married."

    ""You do realize that you don't have to be married to become pregnant?"

    "Yes but the sequence was supposed to be "love, marriage and then the baby carriage." Right?"

    "Yes but things don't always happen in that order."

    ""Mom, I know about the birds and the bees so we don't have to go through that again."

    "Okay, what do you know?"

    "Well, I know that Janie's friend Sara from East 3rd Street is pregnant and her father beat up the guy until he agreed to marry her. I know that Sara doesn't really want to marry a guy who was being forced to marry her but she probably will. I know the guy said he used a condom but something happened. I know it can happen to just about anyone… even to Julie… a Gilmartin."

    Ignoring my sarcasm, "What should happen from here on?"

    "I don't really know. I guess that since Julie didn't have an abortion AND she isn't hiding the pregnancy AND her family is standing by her, she means to keep the baby or give it up for adoption later. She'll have to make more decisions."

    "What should be the father's role?"

    "That's up to Julie and the father…they have to decide."

    "You know too much."




    It was two weeks after the Dekker wedding when Aunt Pauline made a bunch of phone calls for a gathering of "The Girls". They didn't get called together too often and when they did it usually was something that was important and impacted the entire family. In the past, they had resolved how one of the families could get money for a home down payment and even who could use the various cemetery plots that were controlled by "The Girls" and the families. The last really big item was how to come up with the money for Great Grandma, Catherine Sullivan McGrath's funeral and burial.

    Pauline didn't have to announce the subject for the gathering but everyone could guess that it had something to do with Julie or even Marianne.

    When everyone gathered at the back room of the Shamrock Bar and Grill, drinks in hand, Grandma McGrath had everyone settle down and said Pauline had something to say. It went like this; "Thank you for coming. We have a delicate matter and I need your support. Julie is pregnant and the baby is due in late January. I don't know who the father is and Julie isn't telling. It seems she wants nothing to do with him and he wants nothing to do with her or the baby."

    "Before you start murmuring, remember it is a different world than when we were courting and getting married. The times and practices have changed, whether we like it or not, and we have to make the best of it."

    "What happened to Julie could happen to any one of our daughters. Think about it."

    The silence was stark in recognition of the truth.

    "What I'm asking you to help me with is just getting through Marianne's and Julie's pregnancies just as if they were both in the best of circumstances. The blood in both babies is half Gene's and mine and I ask you to remember that."

    "Julie will be moving back into our house and I've already taken her to Dr. Scanlon for a prenatal checkup. Everything is fine."

    "I know times are tight so what Marianne, Julie, and I would like is for there to be one joint baby shower, one christening party and no one speculating on what we don't know."

    "If that's okay with you, I'll try to answer any of your questions."

    There were a couple of rumbles in the room but everyone waited for someone else to ask the first question.

    Aunt Rose at first hesitated and then asked, "Is Julie having a boy or a girl?"

    "I don't know but you'll know before any shower"

    Sarah Morrison asked the next question. "What will be the baby's last name?"

    "Gilmartin, same as Julie's. She has no idea about first names but seems to like theatrical type names. I'll be trying to discourage that."

    There were giggles throughout the room.
    Patricia Hanratty, enjoying any time away from Sean, hesitantly asked, "How is Julie with money to live on?"

    "She was barely getting by in the city. She has no real savings, no insurance, and no support from the father. Till the baby comes, she will stay with us and we'll take care of her. After the baby is born she'll need some help getting back on her feet so if you could contribute to the McGrath account over at Manufacturers Hanover we would sure appreciate it."

    "When Julie is ready to go back to work she'll need child care. We would like to see if someone in the family can help out and even make a few dollars by helping with the baby. Any more questions?"

    While there may have been some in people's minds; no more came out. All the women knew Pauline for a long time and knew that she was stressed and was trying to do the best she could. They knew that the situation was not what Pauline would have preferred but that it is what it is. They knew that she was only asking for the type of support she had given all "The Girls" over the years.

    Some of the support she had given had been private and some had been more public in the family. Julie had made her situation public by appearing at the wedding.

    Pauline looked around the room slowly; trying to make eye contact with every woman there; "Okay, I'll have Gene bring in another round and there are some cheese and ham sandwiches, salads, and coffee on the table over there so help yourselves."

    About half "The Girls" came over, one at a time, to speak with Pauline. All offered encouragement, support and even financial assistance. None offered after-the-fact advice that would be useless or an insult to the Gilmartin family.

    Over the next two months things were pretty quiet. Julie at first had gone in to the city to visit with friends but soon realized that interests and life styles had changed and were no longer shared. Julie spent more time with Marianne and even made their visits to Dr. Scanlon to coincide.



    While the sisters were getting along wonderfully, there was one loose end. Marianne wouldn't divulge the name she and Jimmy had picked for their new baby daughter and Julie wouldn't tell her choice of name if she was having a daughter. They would kid each other, and their Mom, about choices. "Penelope" got a lot of chuckles as did "Morrisann Morrison" and "Martini Gilmartin." Julie, who still read a lot of fashion magazines, seemed to like European sounding names while Marianne picked names because she simply liked them... no matter what Jimmy seemed to think of them.

    One Sunday, after an extended Gilmartin family gathering and while still at the dinner table, the name issue came up again. Sarah Morrison, Jimmy's Mom, said that she thought naming the baby after a deceased relative should be considered. After trying out most of the possible names, a decision had not been arrived at. Finally, with a shy smile, Marianne said that she and Jimmy had chosen a name and were ready to announce it. Julie then said she would state her choice so the anticipation would be over.

    For whatever the reason, Uncle Gene suggested they write their chosen names on a piece of paper and then announce them and they agreed.

    Marianne stood up and said, "Our daughter will be called Pauline after my Mom."

    There was clapping and congratulations given and as Aunt Pauline stood by Uncle Gene in his chair, with apron on and a dish towel in her hand, she gently cried.

    Julie in her chair blushed bright red.

    Jimmy turned to Julie and said, "What will be the name if you have a girl?"

    Julie just looked blank and in silence passed the piece of paper with the names to Jimmy to read.

    "The girl's name would be Pauline and Eugene if it's a boy."

    At this point Aunt Pauline had the dish towel up to her mouth and tears were flowing down her face. In a flash Marianne and Julie were up by their Mom, all crying and all hugging. Everyone got into the crying and hugging thing… except for the guys who were smart enough to not say something smart-alecky.

    Julie was then asked what was her second choice for a girl's name and she said; "Marianne." The hugging and crying came anew.

    Aunt Margaret, sitting at the far end of the table turned and said; "We're a big family but this is about the first time we've had baby namings with a damn good reason."



    As Marianne's November due date approached she was" as big as a house" (a guy expression) and very uncomfortable. She never complained though she looked as if every move was a monumental effort. Just up to the birth, Marianne was house bound, usually with feet up. Her time was spent mending clothing and getting the nursery portion of her bedroom set up. Julie, being about seven months pregnant, spent almost all her time either cleaning her mother's home or spending time with Marianne.

    About a week before Marianne's baby was born, the father of Julie's baby made contact with her and indicated that he felt both terrible and guilty and was willing to seek a reconcilement between them. Julie was very surprised by the phone call but was very composed and kept the conversation brief. All she said to him was, "Please stay away."

    That evening when her Mom and Dad got home she told them of the conversation that day with Tommy Dowling, the father of her child. They sat silently and then her Dad said, "What do you want to do, Julie?"

    "While I want the baby to have a daddy I don't want to marry Tommy. It wouldn't be good for the baby, for me, or even for him. I don't love him."

    "What do you want to have happen?"

    "If he had never contacted me again it would have been fine. I don't want him in my life or in the baby's."

    After a moment of stark silence, Uncle Gene first looked to Aunt Pauline and then said; "We can take care of this and he won't ever bother us again."

    "You won't hurt him?"

    "No... but I'll need a phone number for him."



    Later that night, Uncle Gene made a series of phone calls to men he knew he could count on. The next day, Uncle Gene called Tommy Dowling and made an appointment to meet him the following Saturday morning at McHugh's Bar and Grill on Fourth Avenue. Uncle Gene went as far as to suggest that if Tommy wanted to bring along a friend or two that would be okay.

    On the Friday night, a number of men met with Uncle Gene at his house. During that time they plotted a strategy for Saturday that became pretty complex as the various men expressed concerns and made suggestions.

    On Saturday morning Uncle Gene, Uncle Phil, and Uncle Dave went into McHugh's and spoke to the bartender who was setting up for the day. Uncle Gene knew him and told him they were going to use the back room to talk some "business". The bartender gave them a fast once over and nodded his head in agreement.

    Uncle Gene particularly wanted Uncle Dave with him since he knew how to handle himself and was a cop in the 60th Precinct. They didn't expect trouble but they felt they couldn't be too cautious. When they were first planning the meeting, they decided to have Sean Hanratty and Kevin Clark stay outside the bar in their car.

    It was a little after eleven when two men walked in and asked for Gene Gilmartin. The bartender pointed them to the back and returned to his duties.

    One of the men was younger, maybe 32, and the other was much broader and about 40. They looked alike and were brothers.

    After brief introductions and handshakes, Tommy Dowling's brother, Robert, spoke to Uncle Dave; "You're from the 6-0… you were two years ahead of me at the Academy."

    The two men exchange career details and identified mutual acquaintances and seemed to reach an "understanding".

    Finally, Uncle Gene got an opening and spoke; "Tommy," looking directly at him and speaking as though they were the only two in the room, "Julie is doing just fine and really doesn't want you in her or her baby's life."

    "But I want…"

    "Just hold on and let me finish. I'm talking about what is right for Julie and the baby. Since you found out she was pregnant you've had no contact with her till this week and now you may be just feeling guilt or something but Julie has told me she wants no involvement with you."

    "That baby is half mine and I should be part of its life."

    "The baby will be well cared for and the both of them will be in a good solid family environment. Our family realizes that you will be giving up something that is important and that you should be compensated for it. We hope that we can reach a binding, legal agreement that compensates you for giving up all your rights and allows all the parties to move on. From what I understand, additional money would allow you to get out of debt, maybe finish school or even start a business."

    "You can't buy me off."

    "I'm not trying to buy you off… I'm just trying to reach an agreement that would be mutually beneficial. If we can't reach an agreement, I assure you that our entire family is prepared to fight this legally and to any extreme. The financial strain of you trying to get a judgment in your favor, in this state, will break you and you will have nothing. For us to come to an agreement is in everyone's best interest."

    Robert spoke to Gene and said; "You're asking for Tommy to give up all rights and contact with the mother of his child and with the child itself. These are very important and as a Catholic they are exceptionally important. Giving them up is not taken lightly."

    Uncle Gene nodded agreement and said; "You're right. We too take this seriously and are prepared to compensate Tommy $750 now and $200 each January for the next five years. If Tommy breaks the agreement he will be required to repay all monies given him ten-fold and we will take him to court for defaulting on the agreement. If our family doesn't make its payments on time the agreement will be voided and he can keep all monies given to him to that point."

    "$750 now?", said Tommy.

    "Yes… today… a check… as soon as the agreement is signed."

    "I gotta talk to my brother."

    Robert and Tommy went out to the bar which now had a few regulars in.

    Uncle Phil turned to Uncle Gene and said; "Whatta you think he'll do?"
    "I don't know. He ought to take it but who knows."

    When Tommy and Robert came back in Robert spoke; "Without rejecting your offer I'd like to propose $1,000 now and no future payments. For this Tommy will sign the agreement today."

    "I never wanted you to make the baby a bargaining chip but I want it resolved as soon as possible… I can go to a single payment of $900 but not a cent more."

    Tommy spoke; "Mr. Gilmartin, you have an agreement that is in the best interests of Julie and the baby."



    Uncle Gene ordered a bottle of J&B scotch and said that he had to make a call to the lawyer who would bring over the Agreement to be signed.

    As they waited for the lawyer, Douglas Greenwood, to bring the papers they had sandwiches and got a little relaxed.

    When he finally arrived, the document was more complex than Tommy expected. The "where as's", "here to for's" and "not withstanding's" were more than he could handle. His attempt to read and understand it only got him though part of the second page. In frustration he turned to his brother and said; "I don't understand all of this… should I sign it?"

    Robert said, "You know what you are giving up and the consequences… Mr. Gilmartin laid it all out and you understood that… the rest of it is a formality. If there is anything funny in the Agreement they'll have to account to me."

    Uncle Dave said; "And to me, if you break the agreement."

    The two police officers just glared at each other.

    "Where do I sign?"

    As Mr. Greenwood was handing the pen to Tommy he said; "You understand what you're signing and doing it of your own free will, right?"

    "Yeah"

    After all the signings and witnessing, Mr. Greenwood wrote a check and handed it with an acknowledgement to Tommy Dowling who looked at it, folded it, and put it in his pocket. As he did he looked to his brother as if to say "Let's get out of here."

    As they left the bar Dave turned to Gene and said; "I'm glad it's over. Getting it down to a single payment was a good idea. It's over and closed."

    Gene replied; "I hope so. I coulda killed the son of a bitch."



    On the ride back to 58th Street, everyone was quiet, relieved and glad that it was over.

    That evening, over dinner, Uncle Gene told Aunt Pauline, Julie, Marianne and Jimmy what had transpired and they were all quiet. Perhaps their concern was what might happen in the future or even how close they had come to a horrible predicament. After a short period of just looking at each other Julie said; "Thank you, Daddy, I love you so much."



    Marianne and Jimmy's baby was born quickly and easily. They had not gotten to the hospital with ten minutes to spare.

    Baby Pauline was light in weight but long in length. Except for forceps marks on her forehead she was unmarked and showed no signs of stress of any kind. Her mother was tired but doing fine and Jimmy did his peacock strut.

    The baby took easily to the breast and prospered.

    Julie stayed with her sister and helped with the baby. There was no shortage of "The Girls" to help with baby and mother. A new baby brings out the best and the joy in women.



    The two months till Julie's baby was due were easy but when the baby began to come things took a bad turn. The labor was over 18 hours long and Julie's slim build put her and the baby into distress. Dr. Scanlon was delayed getting to the hospital and a hospital resident doctor delayed taking action for the relief of the baby and Julie. As soon as he arrived, Dr. Scanlon ordered preparations for a Caesarean Section and moved as quickly as he could.

    In about a half an hour the baby had been taken and whisked away and sole attention was given to the life, and possible death of Julie. For over an hour, no information came out except from the head nurse on duty who personally knew Aunt Pauline. To the concern of everyone anxiously waiting and praying, the Catholic Chaplain was paged and Julie was given the Last Rites, a blessing and prayer when someone is in imminent risk of death.

    Hearing that Julie's family was highly stressed and anxious in a nearby waiting room, Dr. Scanlon briefly visited them and told them that he was optimistic for Julie's life though she had lost a lot of blood. Dr. Scanlon conveyed confidence and relief to the family though the splatters and stains of Julie's blood on his gown further raised anxieties.

    In another half-hour Dr. Scanlon came out again and announced that Julie had been stabilized and sedated needing rest and attention to help her regain her strength. Everyone was relieved though there was still significant concern.

    Julie had to stay at the hospital two weeks. After the first week, her baby, Eugene, was taken home to Marianne's where he was nursed and cared for. During the two weeks, Aunt Pauline seemed to be constantly bustling between Julie in the hospital, Marianne and the babies at Marianne's, and her own job at King's County which was needed for the financial support of her expanded family.

    Julie's situation was not good. She was sickly, in a funk, and cried a lot. She would hold her baby, infrequently, but wasn't what you would call "warm and cuddly" with him. It was not that she was resentful… just that she didn't seem to relate to him.

    Aunt Pauline and Uncle Gene tried to help her as best they could. They would take the family out to lunch or dinner at the Hamilton House or one of the other better restaurants further out in Bay Ridge. They would try to get everyone to Sunday mass at OLPH and sometimes they would just go for a drive. Sometimes they would just take Julie and baby Eugene so that Marianne and Jimmy could have some time together.

    At first, Aunt Pauline, thought that Julie would get over it but she didn't. After four weeks she arranged for Julie to speak to psych doctors who might be able to help her. After two months of meetings, things weren't much better… and in some ways they were worse. Marianne had been prepared to take care of a baby but now it was as if she had twins. While "The Girls" helped out, Marianne had both babies Monday through Friday and Aunt Pauline had baby Eugene over the weekends if she was not working.

    Jimmy had become resentful of the time the babies took for Marianne and felt he was being neglected. He knew he would no longer be first in Marianne's eyes but now he seemed to be relegated way down the line. He loved the babies and helped with each of them. The problem for him was the entire situation.

    Julie's condition prevented her from getting a job and she sometimes just moped around… often teary eyed.

    When her baby was six months old, Julie began to come around and regained control of herself though she still met with the doctors. She helped out more, took added responsibility for her son, took better care of herself, and announced that she would be getting a job. The Manufacturers Hanover branch hired her and put her to work processing all aspects of consumer loans.

    When she got her first paycheck, she bought pizzas for the family and announced she would be giving half her paycheck to Marianne and Jimmy. She said that she would be paying her Mom and Dad rent as well as some payback for her medical expenses as well as for the Tommy Dowling incident. Everyone felt, in a way, better.

    Julie was not back to what she had been but things were improved. While she liked her job she did not see it as long term. She made some new friends and went to the city once in awhile to see off-Broadway shows, leaving baby Eugene with Aunt Pauline… which she definitely did not mind.

    When baby Eugene was nine months old, Julie asked to meet with Marianne, Jimmy and her Mom and Dad. The topic was shocking and not something that any family should ever face.

    Julie told of how she was not happy and never expected to be happy again… she told that though she loved baby Eugene she did not feel as a mother should… she said that she was so in debt that with her job at the bank she would never be able to repay everyone… she said that she wanted a new life and to be fulfilled… she said that she had a proposal to put before her family for their consideration.

    Everyone was silent. They wanted to hear more but were waiting for Julie to speak.

    She continued; "I would like Jimmy and Marianne to adopt baby Eugene and raise him as their own. Marianne is more a mother than I would ever be and the babies are so close in age that whey could be raised as twins. Having the baby kept in the family would be the best for the baby as opposed to giving him up to outsiders. I've been offered a job in Los Angeles that will pay me well so that I could send $1,000 or more each month for support to Marianne and the babies. I would still be baby Eugene's mother and I would be able to visit for birthdays and holidays and when the time is right we would tell him what had happened. I would not interfere in how the babies are raised."

    Everyone was shocked and silent. They looked at each other. Finally Marianne spoke with tears in her eyes; "I can raise both babies and will love them equally. Having you have another chance at a new life, if that is what you want, is what you should have. You are my sister; the same blood is in you as is in me. If things were reversed, I'm sure you would do it for me. I will miss you and I'll always tell the babies of wonderful Aunt Julie. They will always know how wonderful and caring you are. They will love you so."

    As if a decision and an agreement had been reached, Jimmy matter-of-factly said; "We'll have to move… the apartment isn't big enough for raising twins."

    Uncle Gene spoke; "The Monaghan house is for sale and would be big enough. You could rent out the upstairs and with the money Julie will be sending you'll be able to carry it. I'll see if you can get some shifts at the Shamrock for added money. We'll be able to help do it."

    Aunt Pauline still had not spoken though she looked back and forth between Marianne and Julie who were now sitting together, holding hands, and quietly weeping. A thousand scenarios went though her mind and all had their faults. Finally, she looked at Julie and spoke; "Is this what you really want?"
    "It is what is best. I've thought about it, and thought about it, and want what is best for baby Eugene."

    Pauline continued, "You can stay… we can all do more… you don't have to leave… you should be with your baby."

    "Mom… please… this is so hard for me… please help us."

    After Jimmy's parents came over and were told of the situation, the rest of the evening was spent working finances, and dealing with "what ifs" and possibilities.

    The next day Mr. Greewood was again called to provide legal services.

    Uncle Gene found an opportunity to run into Mr. Monaghan and to talk of "How things were going." and on the needs of a growing family. It was a good talk.

    After baby Pauline's first birthday and before Christmas, Marianne, Jimmy and the babies moved into their new home on 58th Street. Their first Christmas, in their new home, was wonderful, but tinged with pending sorrow.

    On the weekend following baby Eugene's first Birthday, Uncle Gene and Aunt Pauline drove Julie to LaGuardia Airport to begin a three-hop trip to Los Angeles. Tears and promises were aplenty and long hugs and kisses followed.



    In the time following their separation, everyone kept to their agreement. The "twins" were dressed alike and their difference in size was explained by saying that baby Eugene was born a little later and was smaller at birth… all true.

    No further questions were asked.



    All the parties properly observed their agreements both formal and informal. The babies thrived, Marianne coped and in a sense became her mother, and Jimmy stepped up and became a father and a man.

    Julie was successful in California working as a set designer and as a back-lot worker. Her earnings were not exceptional but were good enough to support herself and provide the financial commitment she had made to Marianne and the family. She usually made holidays, birthdays and most major family gatherings. When she returned to the east coast she always spent quality time with the children. Each time she left them, there were tears.

    Jimmy ultimately left the Sonoco station and worked up to the position of facilities supervisor for one of the international terminals at JFK. The money was much better and there were good benefits that helped out. No mention need be made of some items falling off a plane and being retrieved and unclaimed and winding up in Jimmy's trunk.

    After five years on 58th Street, and as the neighborhood was changing, Jimmy took his wife and her parents as well as his children to Staten Island to look at new homes that were being snapped up by families moving from Brooklyn. The appeal of newness and of greenery associated with yards had the families buy adjoining houses.



    The life you have is not always the one you may have wished for, but it's what you make of it.

[end] & Copyright by Ken Thompson - 2008.