From the time he was born, my father’s family expended a lot of energy and resources in a futile attempt to make him into someone else. He was the unwilling scion of an archaic business of the 19th century variety – one that was 100 years old when he sold it in the late 1960’s – after every relative who could object had conveniently passed away.
Afterwards, he focused on import/export ventures that never seemed to work out. One was a hand cream from England which my mother and I really liked but apparently no one else did. Another product which was not so good – freeze dried honey for food manufacturers – tasted artificial to me but I never had the nerve to share this with my father. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Anyway, someone had to encourage him and if not me, then who?
The three-wheel roller skates were another story! I don’t know where dad found out about them, or their inventor who, like my father, must have been a dreamer obliged to spend his days working at an uninspiring job.
But one day he brought home a prototype pair for me to try, and filmed me skating up and down the sidewalk in front of our building …They really stopped traffic, and although they were heavy, the ride was much smoother than the conventional 4-wheeled skates. There were no inline models available then, so these were “state of the art” at the time.
Nothing came of this business deal either, and I can honestly say that I am likely the only person in this great universe who is the lucky owner of an authentic pair of “Super King 3-Wheel Roller Skates!”
Home movie of my wobbly ride on the skates.