Ok! Its STORY TIME!!! These are some little stories I want to pass down to my kids about me when I was little, about my Mom, who was litterally a baby herself when she married and had her children. Do not feel obligated to read this if you dont want to. I just realize FaceBook is a good way to record things important to me. To start with, my Mom married back in the days when the Law said you could marry with your parents written permission if you were under the age of 18. My Daddy was 19 and my Mama was 14 when Dad decided he was going to move to Texas to go to work because there was a good job waiting for him there. He had been dating my Mama for awhile and they were in love. Now, in those days, when young folks dated, it consisted of holding hands while walking to church, lagging a bit behind the rest of her family so you could say sweet things to your girl without fear of being overheard and teased by the rest of the family. It meant meeting at the park and pushing her in the swing, walking on your hands and flexing your muscles to show her how strong you were. It meant walking downtown to the Okla Theater and paying a dime apiece to watch a cowboy show. Or walking to the drug store with the soda fountain to get a Coke float. Any how, Dad worked up the courage to go to my Grandpa, Toby Alonzo Adams, (everybody called him Lonnie, or Sir, or Dad, or Grandpa) to ask permission to marry Mom because he just couldnt live without her while he gone away to Texas. Grandpa said to let him and Granny Claudine think about it and talk it over and he would get back with Dad. Now, like I said, Mom was just 14, and next to the oldest of these Adams kids. Mary, Helen (Mom), Georgia, Barbara, Howard and Steve. My Granny Claudine, (around 30-32) being pretty young herself to be a mother of 6, the oldest one being 16, had no experience with anything like this before. She somehow got it into her head that Mom might run off with Dad if they didnt sign the papers, so my Grandparents consented. Of course when my Mom found out what Granny was thinking, she swore she never would have done anything like that to her parents. Respect ran mighy high back in those days. Skipping on ahead a bit to times I can remember personally, my Mama was the Coolest Mom on the planet! I remember playing hide-and-seek with my older sister and some cousins, and I was the youngest. No matter how good I hid they always found me and I could never win! (the winner was the last person to be found). I dont know how yall did it, but we kept our dirty laundry in a closet with a curtain over it, in a pile, because laundry days came about once a week, outside with the old wringer-washer and big tubs of water to rinse, one with blueing to make whites whiter and one with starch. Well, Mama was ironing in front of the the closet where I was hiding under the dirty clothes. I heard the kids looking for me, getting closer, and closer, so just to make sure they didnt get too close I yelled out Dont look in here! Guess what! they jerked that curtain open and dug me out from under the pile and found me! Again! I hollered YOU CHEATED!!! They had to be! They found me every time! I was getting pretty frustrated trying to find a new hiding place when Mama looked up from her ironing and whispered for me to come here. She picked me up and put me way high on the top shelf in the closet and shut the curtains. She told me to be real quiet, not to move or say a word, especially when they were looking for me close by. Well, this time they looked and they looked and they found everybody but me. They all started looking for me but I held my hands over my mouth so I wouldnt giggle where they could hear me. Finally when THEY were all frustrated they told Mama they couldnt find me anywhere! She opened the curtain, reached up and lifted me down, to which they all yelled YOU CHEATED!!! I was so happy! Now, remember, I said you dont have to read this, so dont gripe at me and tell me what a wind-bag I am, because I am typing, not actually talking. But I have more I want to record. Have you ever heard of the Jewell T Man? it was a person who drove around, usually in a pannel wagon, peddling household gadgets, some grocery items like their brand of Kool-aid, tupperware kinds of stuff etc. Kind of like a stone-age Swans truck. Except that the Jewell T Man let you buy on credit. We lived in OKC and my older sis had just started kindergarden. So that made me around 3 1/2 - 4 yrs old. Mama had just cooked lunch for us and we were about to eat when she saw the Jewell T Man driving up. Back in those days you left the screen door locked and the big door open. So she knew the man could see inside the closer he got to our door. You see, she owed a bill and didnt have the money to pay it just yet so she grabbed Kathy, (my sis) and hurried to the back room. I was in the kitchen where she couldnt get to me fast enough to grab me too, and she couldnt shut the door because he wouldve seen her. So Mama said to me in a quiet voice before he got to the door, Hide Vicky! We dont want him to know we are here! So I hid under the kitchen table and I was scared! I heard foot steps coming up on the porch, then a knocking on the door. I waited but he didnt go away. He just kept knocking. I remembered what Mama said, so next time he knocked I yelled out Were not here! I heard Mama saying in the back room, Oh, Vicky... then she said kind of aggrivatedly Just a minute. And I heard the man laughing quietly and I wondered why. Mom came to the door and let him in. She told him that Daddy wasnt paid yet and she was too embarrassed to face him. He asked if she could make a small partial payment so he wouldnt get in trouble. So Mom said let me go get my purse. Remember, I am still under the kitchen table and he doesnt know I am there. Mama was always doing something cool to our food to get us kids to eat. This day she let us help her with the mashed potatoes and between the 3 of us we decided to color them with green food color. So lunch was still on the table waiting to be eaten, the Jewell T Man was standing in the doorway waiting for Mama to return. He kept looking at the table. I thought he found me where I was hiding but he stepped closer to the table where I could see his reflection in the window. He was staring at our food. then he looked away. Then he looked back at our food and he was frowning. Finally he stuck his finger in our green mashed potatoed and put some in his mouth. He started grinning real big and stepped back to the door to wait for Mom. I was thinking he was crazy! One more story for the day and then Ill give it a rest. This story is about me. When my sister, Kathy, started kindergarden she came home every day and shared with me what she learned. We did her homework together, her explaining things as she was taught, so by the time I started school 2 years later I could read and do math and was way ahead of all the other kids. Also, I was extremely smart besides getting the head start my sis gave me. So when ever the teacher gave us a lesson to do in class I was finished in just a few minutes and I had to wait FOREVER for the rest of the calss to finish. Sometimes I got bored. Sometimes I got up and wandered around the class to see how much the others had left to do. The teacher would call my name and ask me to take my seat. So I did. Later on we did another exercise, and again I was finished in a couple of minutes. After an eternity, I got up and wandered around to see how the other kids were doing, or maybe I could help them finish quicker. Again the teacher asked me to take my seat and please stay there. So I did. After about the 3rd time I got up and wandered around, the teacher called my name and asked me to come to her desk. From the tone of her voice, I guessed that I was in trouble. All the kids stopped their writing and looked up to see what was going to happen to me. I knew EVERY EYE IN THE CLASS was on me and I began to feel embarrassed as well as scared. The teacher explained to me in a soft, calm voice how she had asked me repeatedly to remain in my seat and now she was going to have to punish me. All the while I watched her open her desk drawer, pull out her scissors, and then she searched until she found a roll of flat, shiney red ribbon. She kept talking, although by now, I could no longer hear her voice. I was entranced by what she was doing. She cut the ribbon to a certain length and tied it into a pretty red bow. Then she found a safety pin and asked me to turn around. I was petrified! I heard her say as she pinned the bow to my dress-tail, Now the next time you get up out of your seat the whole class will see the red bow and they will know you are in trouble. Now please take your seat. I was humilliated!!! Embarrased beyond words!!! The whole class watched as I slowly trudged to my doom, or my desk. I couldnt tell which. For the rest of the day I would not move! Or speak! I just did my work and wanted to be invisible, but I knew everybody was looking at me. There was a silent tension in the air, like somebody had died, or was about to. Easter was near so the teacher had us making bunnies out of a larger circle for the body, a smaller circle for the head, 2 ear shaped papers and a cotton ball for the tail. We had to glue them together, turn them in and then we could go to lunch or recess... I didnt move! Even after All the kids turned theirs in. Finally one of the older boys whispered for me to go turn mine in, that they were not looking. So I did. After the last kid left the room the teacher called me to her desk. She asked If I take this bow off will you remain in your seat when I ask you to? I PROMISED her I would and I kept my word for EVER!!!! Talk about cruel and unusual punishment! I swear I have P.T.S.D. over that! Lol! Thats all folks!
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 02:01:18 +0000
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