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Showing posts with label brothers. Show all posts
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Friday, March 8, 2013

The Floor Is Lava

The other day I saw a facebook post that brought back a lot of memories! (Thanks Suzanne!)

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Wow.  I hadn't thought of that childhood game in years!  In fact I probably had the idea that my brother Jerry and I were the ones who invented it.  Do you know what I'm talking about?  Jumping around the living room from couch to couch to chairs and back without touching the floor, because it is, in fact, hot lava!  No, my Mother wasn't home, or if she was she was in the kitchen cooking something, or in there on the phone with Aunt Pat.  One did not do these things if there was a chance of detection, best to wait until Dad was in charge actually......

Thinking about the lava game started me thinking about all the crazy games we played, and made up, as kids.  We did the usual soccer, baseball, football, and tag, (several varieties) with some jump rope thrown in for good measure.  There was a game we played that required steps, but I can not recall anymore than that.  Anyone?  Arg, that's going to bug me.  One of my favorite games was  played with a ball. You would toss it against a wall or house...*but NOT Vicki's*  We would NEVER toss anything against Barb's siding. :) You started with the number one and went through the number seven.  Each number required you to do something different and you stayed on that number until you completed the task.  Number one, for example was just toss the ball against the wall and catch it.  However in round two you had to clap, round three you had to stomp, round four you clapped twice, etc etc etc until it was time to go home or something more exciting happened in the hood.

If Barb happens to be reading this, she might want to just gloss over this paragraph.......  Another great indoor rainy day game was played in the long hallway at Vicki's house.  We just called it "That Ball Game".  Enough said.  It was awesome though, and NO that isn't how the hole got in the wall.  That was all Vicki, I wasn't even anywhere near the premises.  

As I'm racking my brain the game on the steps might have been called Poison.  I am recalling having to touch the bottom and run to the top as fast as you could to win, it's the middle part  that's fuzzy.

The best game by far was Ghost in the Graveyard!  We always played at my house, because "A." The Meys children had to be home when the street lights came on. and "B." We had Grandma's big yard next door to play in too.  We would have been a bit older to be out after dark, and it was definitely only in the summertime or early fall.  Lots of random neighborhood kids ( and from the hoods surrounding) would come and play.

Ah, childhood.  When your biggest problem was a game gone wrong, or you stepped in the hot lava.  :)  I wouldn't go back in time to do things over, but maybe just for a day.  Just to experience that truly carefree feeling one more time.  I would pick an early fall Friday, when I was nine or ten.  I would even go to school, just to smell the smells, see the bus driver and the teachers, my friends from back then, and to play all of those crazy games!

Do kids even do these things anymore??



Thursday, November 24, 2011

The Goblet Incident of '76

I will come clean, I'm guessing at the year.  I would think that my brother and I couldn't have been more than five or six when it happened.  I'm still wondering how I didn't get the blame, because heavens it certainly couldn't have been HIS fault.

I'm fairly certain the holiday we were celebrating was Thanksgiving.  We didn't usually go to Aunt Mary and Uncle Clate's for Christmas.  We did for Easter a lot, but it was dark at five o'clock dinner time, so that leads me to believe it was Thanksgiving.  Aunt Mary had set a beautiful table, the lights were out and we were dining by candlelight. (this must be where I get it from) They had a small kitchen, no dining room, and we were crammed in there like sardines.  I was sitting across the table from my brother Jerry, who else was there, or where they were sitting is all a blank to me, but my brothers face is as clear to me as if it happened yesterday.

Now I must tell you that in my Aunt Mary's eyes my brother Jerry could do, and never did (except perhaps this day) anything wrong.  A very clear favorite, that's for sure.  My best example would be the Christmas my sister and I got purses from Mexico, and my brother got a car.  A red jaguar.  Not a matchboxer, a car big enough for him to sit in and peddle around.  Bastard.

So there he sat across the table from me, angelic little cherub that he was. (not) Grinning at me like a crazy person.  I looked back at him, confused, wondering what was up, and then noticed he had a death grip on the water glass stem.  (Who gives little children glassware?) His eyes bored into mine with that evil little glimmer he has, my eyebrows shot up, and POP the entire top of the glass popped right off the stem!  The glass smashed onto the table, water everywhere.  Much Auntie concern about the little lovie being cut, and comments on the weakness of the glass.... my eyes rolling so far back I'm surprised they didn't stick. 

Then, she gives him a new goblet. (duh)  The table settles in to the murmur of visiting family and feasting.  Jerry looks at me, and then my glass.  I shoot him back an "are you nuts?" look.  No way am I going to follow that one up.  I did not just fall off the turnip truck.  I would have gotten in trouble, and probably blamed for my brother doing it the first time.  So he continues eating for maybe five minutes, then I notice him grinning at me again, his little fist strangling the stem of the water glass.  My eyes go wide in alarm, but I didn't really think he could make it pop off like that again.  Do I tattle?  Nah, I decide to see where this one is going to go, and try to keep myself clean out of it.  Suddenly POP!  Off comes another one.  It shoots into the air still intact, and then smashes on the table.  This time mostly empty.  My Aunt is shocked.  My mother is not.  I don't remember what happened afterwards, but I do remember hearing "GERALD EDWARD" coming out of my Mom, and snickering to myself.

It's funny, I can still see that evil little grin he had on his face as if it were yesterday.  My Aunt probably went to her grave believing she had faulty stemware.  :)  Kids, don't try this at home.  Ugh, I'm so tempted it's killing me.  Happy Thanksgiving!  Keep the stemware away from the kids.