3 Sisters Misters

An Hysterical small town Saga

A tongue in cheek autobiography of.
J. Scott Newell

It all started a long time ago, before I can remember, but I heard about a Neumair, Rose, Newell and Forest who Crowded together in New York and Pennsylvania for the purpose of my being born . I can't see how they could be my four fathers since 2 of them were women. Well I was born but I allways give my Mother and Father, Wilhelmina (Neumair) and Scott Newell more of the credit. I Loved all 6 of them and remember the warmth of their caring love sharing little bits of their life with me.
Poppop Neumair taught me to eat with a spoon and clean the muck out of a crystal clear cold as an ice cube stream. I couldn't understand how a fast flowing clear stream could deposit so much silt in one year and how it made such good mulch for blueberries.
Grampa Mert Newell taught me to mow lawn and pick rasberries. One for the basket one for me two in the basket two more for me. even so it was more fun selling rasberries from his road side stand than picking.
I didn't have a preference for either grama. One fed me blueberries the other fed me rasberries. and I was fed very well any time I came to stay more than an hour.
I really enjoyed the good life. One of the highlites of those years is the Christmas my father was still up at 3 or 4 O'clock when I sneaked down stairs . There was no christmas tree in the living room. It was depression and I was almost old enough to understand what that meant. But then I saw a light shining out from under the back room.door and hope springs eternal. I tiptoed over and quietly opened the door. There was my dad sitting on the floor running a big set of Lionel trains around the tree. It had taken all night for him to set every thing up and I couldn't learn what depression was that year. So I let him run the trains a little while longer while I crawled in on his lap and watched with eyes the size of saucers as it roared and rattled past us then in back of the tree. There were 2 switches a big engine and 3 passenger cars. I couldn't run any thing that big so my dad did it for me. It was 1931, I am sure they made horns to go with train sets then but this 2nd hand set didn't have one. I became a Hooter but dad wouldn't let me hoot loud until mom woke up because she had stayed up very late helping him get everything ready. He went up to bed when she came down.