My Best Friend Louie
It was 1933, in the middle of the Depression. Sam, my father, had found out in October 1929 that his entire fortune was wiped out. He would need to liquidate his successful curtain-rod factory with six hundred employees to pay for the margin call.
Sam was a moderately religious Jew, he did not fit the stereotype of that period. And although he was born in the Fort Greene section of Brooklyn (on farmland with a pedestrian toll bridge going to their property), he spent some time up in Norman, Oklahoma. My father was an excellent horseman and could rope a steer. Otherwise, he was the gentlest person that I had ever known. He was also an expert on nature and animals, and he knew the Latin name of almost any tree or plant.
I am told that one day when I was very young, he took me on a trip to a small town outside of Norman, and he had me on his lap on the horse. Suddenly the horse stopped cold and refused to move. When I was old enough to understand and heard my father relate the story to friends, I learned that some animals, especially those that are domesticated, have a special sense of danger. When we got back to Norman, Dad’s friends couldn’t believe that we had survived the tornado that had leveled the town that we were supposed to go to.
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