Elmers Glue I remeber standing over the stove heating the frying pan to fry the last four slices of bacon. My mouth was watering in anticipation of eating my favorite sandwhich, a bacon, lettuce and tomato. The bacon in the pan was sizzling crisp, and the aroma filled the room. I carefully placed each strip of bacon on a towel to drain. In the mean time I was off to toast and dress the bread. My parents were not home at the time, just my brother Tim and I. Tim appeared in the kitchen next to me. the next thing I knew he grabbed all four pieces of bacon and shoved them in his mouth. he was laughing and choking it down as fast as he could.Little bits and peices were falling out of his mouth and on to the floor. I was furious! Quikly I picked up the fork that I had been cooking with and angrily dipped it into the hot sizzling bacon grease ,then proceeded to give Tim a branding of fork prongs on his arms. The sudden awarness that I had just burned my brother, I knew I had better run! Run is what I did. We lived in an old victiorian home that had all hardwood floors. My feet could not get any traction to run. He chased me around and around that old house. I knew if he caught me there would be Hell to pay. I ran as fast as I could from the Kitchen to the huge formal dinning room. Our parents had just recently purchased a formal dinning room table and hutch. I used the table as my sheild from Tim, we ran around and around. I was quik but not quik enough. Tim started to gain on me, getting closer and closer to my backside. I had to act fast but clearly was not thinking. As I rounded the end of the table, I grabbed the Captins chair by its arm and slung it to the ground like a road block.The sound of that chair hittiing the hard wood floor paralyzed Tim and I. The chase was off as we looked at the broken chair lying on the floor. Tim and I quickly assesed the situation, the seat of the oak chair had split perfectly. I had forgotten about the bacon and Tim about the Branding. We both looked at each other with dread. I could hear my mothers heated voice and see my fathers unsympathetic face. My brother and I knew we had to find a way to mend that chair! We were now allies working together , struggling with ideas on what to do. Under the kitchen sink was an old bolttle of Elmers Glue. Tim, I hollored, I found Elmers Glue! Carefully like surgeons we glued that perfect split, placed it on its side and topped it with a stack of old books. We waited anxiously, praying that glue and gravity would fix the chair. We watched the clock as the hours went on, waiting to see if we would be able to hide our crime. Minutes before our parents were to arrive home, we sat the chair upright. Miraculously it worked, the chair was fixed! You coud not even see the split with a magnifiying glass. Our mom and dad came home while Tim and I lounged on the sofa watching the televison. Mom and Dad had no clue about the mischief we had been into that day. The true test to see if we had truley repaired the chair was at dinner that night. We waited to be called to the table for dinner as we watched anxiously as our six foot tall father pulled up that chair from the table. He sat, Tim and I glancing at each other , waiting to see if Dad was going to hit the floor. As dinner ended, Tim and I were so relieved that our secret had worked. We cleared the table, washed it down, and I pushed that chair into its place. I looked up and smiled at my brother. He smiled back at me, and we knew we were in the clear. That chair held for twenty years. Tim and I shared what we had done after we were grown and had moved out of our parents home. We giggled as we shared our story of the broken chair and Elemers glue. If you look hard enought you can still see the branding of the fork on my brothers arm..The secrets siblings keep from their parents...
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 00:19:31 +0000
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