Life Stories
Red
Eric Vince Winkle a.k.a. Red- Birthdate: December 24, 1919. Birthplace: Green Bay, Wisconsin. College/Further Education: University of Wisconsin(1938-1939). Family: Father: Aaron Winkle(10-31-1882). Mother: Elizabeth Winkle(05-22-1886). Siblings: Peter Winkle(01-15-1912), George Winkle(06-30-1914), Harry Winkle(06-30-1914), Rachel Winkle(02-15-1917), William Winkle(09-04-1921), Mary Winkle(03-08-1924). Occupation: Pilot.
October 17, 1929
Age: 9
Red woke up as his father yelled at him. "Geez dad, six AM," Red said as he climbed out of bed. He walked into the hallway and waited until Peter, George, Harry, and Bill came out to stand with him. They all went out to the barn and began milking the cows.
When they were finished, they crowded back upstairs and got ready for class with their sisters.
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Red never actually hated his life, but he found it too mediocre. He was a nervous boy, and it was apparent from his stutter. But he also liked adventure, he liked climbing the tall rocks and swimming in the deep end. His stutter didn't make him afraid, and everyone knew it.
He had three older brothers, an older sister, a younger brother, and a younger sister. He went by not as Red, but as one of the Winkle boys. He hated that title. He wanted a name for himself that didn't involve his six siblings.
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May 10, 1934
Age: 14
"Why hello Liz," Red said to a pretty brunette sitting on a park bench.
The girl smiled. "Red! Hi, come sit next to me," she said scooting over. He smiled at her and sat down.
"Mighty beautiful lake," he said as they looked over Lake Michigan.
"Mighty big lake," she said.
"Nothing I couldn't swim across," he said showing off his "muscles."
She giggled. "No you couldn't! Don't even try..."
He laughed. "I won't, I won't. Hey listen, there's that dance Friday, do you wanna...dddo you wan..wanna go with...with me?" he stuttered.
She thought that was so cute. Since Red was so likable at their small school, everyone loved him and he was popular. "Of course I will!" she said wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He smiled.
"Thank you."
"Oh it's no problem," Liz said.
"So, I'll meet you there then?" he asked standing up.
"Yes," she said smiling. "I can't wait."
"Me neither," Red said before walking away. He made sure he was out of eyesight before throwing his hands in the air. "Yes!" he called.
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January 27, 1938
Age: 18
Red always wanted to be a pilot, but his family wanted to put his academics first.
"Come on, Red," Peter, his oldest brother, started. "We all went. I'm going to be a doctor soon. I know you really want to be a pilot, but it would do you some good to go to college."
"Right," his mother interrupted. "We aren't asking you to give up your dreams. You can always be a pilot. Just go to college first, then you can be a pilot."
Red looked at the eight other members of his family sitting around the table. He was cornered. "Fine, I'll go to the University of Wisconsin if it'll get you off my back."
"Oh it won't do that," Rachel joked. "Not all the way at least."
"But you promise to let me do my thing after college, right?" he questioned again.
"Yes!" the family said in chorus.
"Fine, I'll go," he said to cheers and applause.
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September 1, 1938
Age: 18
Red walked into his first class and took a seat towards the back of the classroom. "Hello," a cheerful girl next to him said. Red gave a half wave without looking over. "What's your major?" the girl asked.
"Don't have one," Red mumbled.
"Oh that's too bad," the girl said. 'No it isn't,' Red thought. "Mine's journalism," the peppy girl said.
"That's great," Red said his eyes still fixed on the empty desk in front of him.
"You aren't much of a talker are you?" the girl asked.
"No," Red said. He had enough. He stood up and walked away from her. This was going to be a long year, especially if she was in any of his other classes.
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April 29, 1939
Age: 19
Red walked into his last class. He had no major yet, and he wasn't extremely enthusiastic about finding one. Everyone else seemed so happy that they were here, but Red didn't want to be here. He wanted to be flying.
During the long lecture the professer found the need to give, Red figured something out. He wasn't staying here for three more years. He was nineteen now, and he could do whatever without asking permission from his parents. That included dropping out of college and enlisting. They didn't think he had the guts, well just watch him.
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June 12, 1939
Age: 19
Red sat on his cot. But it was better than his dorm bed. If not by quality, by the fact that he wanted that cot. A lot more than he wanted the dorm room.
He was still Eric Vince Winkle by law, but to everyone he was just Red. No one here gave a shit if his last name was Winkle, they liked him because he was a likable guy.
He put on his uniform and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Nineteen long years he had waited to wear this. Nineteen years. It was worth the wait.
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Bottom line: Growing up in a large family, Red felt he needed to have more attention than his siblings.
P.S. Sorry this was so short, it was really hard to write! Writer's block- I hate them! Lol. R/R please!
Red
Eric Vince Winkle a.k.a. Red- Birthdate: December 24, 1919. Birthplace: Green Bay, Wisconsin. College/Further Education: University of Wisconsin(1938-1939). Family: Father: Aaron Winkle(10-31-1882). Mother: Elizabeth Winkle(05-22-1886). Siblings: Peter Winkle(01-15-1912), George Winkle(06-30-1914), Harry Winkle(06-30-1914), Rachel Winkle(02-15-1917), William Winkle(09-04-1921), Mary Winkle(03-08-1924). Occupation: Pilot.
October 17, 1929
Age: 9
Red woke up as his father yelled at him. "Geez dad, six AM," Red said as he climbed out of bed. He walked into the hallway and waited until Peter, George, Harry, and Bill came out to stand with him. They all went out to the barn and began milking the cows.
When they were finished, they crowded back upstairs and got ready for class with their sisters.
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Red never actually hated his life, but he found it too mediocre. He was a nervous boy, and it was apparent from his stutter. But he also liked adventure, he liked climbing the tall rocks and swimming in the deep end. His stutter didn't make him afraid, and everyone knew it.
He had three older brothers, an older sister, a younger brother, and a younger sister. He went by not as Red, but as one of the Winkle boys. He hated that title. He wanted a name for himself that didn't involve his six siblings.
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May 10, 1934
Age: 14
"Why hello Liz," Red said to a pretty brunette sitting on a park bench.
The girl smiled. "Red! Hi, come sit next to me," she said scooting over. He smiled at her and sat down.
"Mighty beautiful lake," he said as they looked over Lake Michigan.
"Mighty big lake," she said.
"Nothing I couldn't swim across," he said showing off his "muscles."
She giggled. "No you couldn't! Don't even try..."
He laughed. "I won't, I won't. Hey listen, there's that dance Friday, do you wanna...dddo you wan..wanna go with...with me?" he stuttered.
She thought that was so cute. Since Red was so likable at their small school, everyone loved him and he was popular. "Of course I will!" she said wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He smiled.
"Thank you."
"Oh it's no problem," Liz said.
"So, I'll meet you there then?" he asked standing up.
"Yes," she said smiling. "I can't wait."
"Me neither," Red said before walking away. He made sure he was out of eyesight before throwing his hands in the air. "Yes!" he called.
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January 27, 1938
Age: 18
Red always wanted to be a pilot, but his family wanted to put his academics first.
"Come on, Red," Peter, his oldest brother, started. "We all went. I'm going to be a doctor soon. I know you really want to be a pilot, but it would do you some good to go to college."
"Right," his mother interrupted. "We aren't asking you to give up your dreams. You can always be a pilot. Just go to college first, then you can be a pilot."
Red looked at the eight other members of his family sitting around the table. He was cornered. "Fine, I'll go to the University of Wisconsin if it'll get you off my back."
"Oh it won't do that," Rachel joked. "Not all the way at least."
"But you promise to let me do my thing after college, right?" he questioned again.
"Yes!" the family said in chorus.
"Fine, I'll go," he said to cheers and applause.
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September 1, 1938
Age: 18
Red walked into his first class and took a seat towards the back of the classroom. "Hello," a cheerful girl next to him said. Red gave a half wave without looking over. "What's your major?" the girl asked.
"Don't have one," Red mumbled.
"Oh that's too bad," the girl said. 'No it isn't,' Red thought. "Mine's journalism," the peppy girl said.
"That's great," Red said his eyes still fixed on the empty desk in front of him.
"You aren't much of a talker are you?" the girl asked.
"No," Red said. He had enough. He stood up and walked away from her. This was going to be a long year, especially if she was in any of his other classes.
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April 29, 1939
Age: 19
Red walked into his last class. He had no major yet, and he wasn't extremely enthusiastic about finding one. Everyone else seemed so happy that they were here, but Red didn't want to be here. He wanted to be flying.
During the long lecture the professer found the need to give, Red figured something out. He wasn't staying here for three more years. He was nineteen now, and he could do whatever without asking permission from his parents. That included dropping out of college and enlisting. They didn't think he had the guts, well just watch him.
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June 12, 1939
Age: 19
Red sat on his cot. But it was better than his dorm bed. If not by quality, by the fact that he wanted that cot. A lot more than he wanted the dorm room.
He was still Eric Vince Winkle by law, but to everyone he was just Red. No one here gave a shit if his last name was Winkle, they liked him because he was a likable guy.
He put on his uniform and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Nineteen long years he had waited to wear this. Nineteen years. It was worth the wait.
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Bottom line: Growing up in a large family, Red felt he needed to have more attention than his siblings.
P.S. Sorry this was so short, it was really hard to write! Writer's block- I hate them! Lol. R/R please!
