by Philip's youngest sister
I'm really enjoying reading all the memories of Philip and I've gotten to know him much better through everyone's stories. I was only nine when he died, and I have just a few memories of him that really stick out in my mind. Here are a couple.
One was the time I was in the kitchen, sitting at the table or 'nook' as we called it, and Philip came in the room. I don't remember how it started, but he was standing in the middle of the kitchen trying to get me to smile. I was determined not to. He did all sorts of silly things to break me, the usual funny faces, etc. When nothing worked (and I was really proud of that fact) he suddenly turned around, pulled down his pants and quickly mooned me! Well for a seven or eight year old (maybe younger, I don't recall) this was quite a shock. It took every bit of concentration I had not to burst out laughing. All I could do was roll my eyes, mouthing "oh god" or something like that. He left the room without a word as if to say, "So there."
