Thursday, May 22, 2008
Memoirs of a crazy childhood....Chapter 4
I used to love to go to Helen Gardner's house, she had a huge yard (to me) with a compost heap, and chicken's and goats and she even had a pigpen, yes a real one. When she would babysit us, it was very organized.....we had hide-n-seek time (I always hid under the bathroom sink because I was small enough and nobody ever found me, I even fell asleep under there once) we had play outside in the yard time, go climb the mountain time, we would walk to Bordertown to the store for ice-cream in the summer, her older boys would take us, and sewing or craft time. I remember the first thing I sew was a purse, yes by hand. I remember that I really enjoyed it and if I remember correctly I chose pink fabric with some sort of pattern on it. We used to get pretty filthy and Theresa (her daughter) and I had hair down to our waists which was always in a two braids that Helen would inevitably have to re-braid before my mom came home from work. When my mom married my step-father (who really is my dad because he raised me) we got to stay with Helen , and I remember we had movie night. She went to bed and we all camped out in the living room. I am pretty sure she didn't know, I was pretty young, maybe 5 or 6? , but we watched a scary movie. I don't know what it was called but the whole movie was in the dark in a car junk yard and they hung some guy from a cherry-picker by sewing his lips together and connecting them to the hoist and I remember that they hoisted him in the air and he hung there with his tips sewn together screaming until his lips ripped off!! That was the first scary movie I saw and I was horrified, but I would never let Theresa and her brothers know, I remember laying there all night with my eyes wide open, staring into the dark, scared to death to fall asleep. Somehow, I survived. I loved those days, I think I had the most fun at Helen's house, and she still lives out here in the North Valleys, I saw her a few years ago and remembered her and walked up to her and gave her a hug, and she remembered me also. It was a warm loving moment......thanks Helen for taking such good care of us and letting us be kids!!