1-13-09...BLACKBERRY PICKING
We used to pick the wild blackberries that grew thick along the fence between the garden and the railroad track. Every evening after supper we all lined up and filled buckets. They were plentiful but so were the big wasp nests just covered with big ol' red wasps. Now let me tell you those darn things were mean. They would chase you to get to sting you. The boys were too little this particular time so it was My Parents Me And Brenda. Of course we were not doing much work. I suspect they had us with them to keep an eye on us. We kinda got sidetracked as usual. We poured what berries we had picked in to one bucket and took turns sitting on the other bucket. Well that got old fast. We knew we'd better stay close to my parents so what the heck could we do sides' pick berries. We decided we might as well pick some more and both picked into one bucket for a while.
We were going on pretty good till a wasp started buzzin' round' our heads. We spied a big ol' nest in the vines and decided to knock that sucker to kingdom come. Yep, we sure did! We found some rocks along the edge of the garden and took turns throwing them at the wasp nest. Daddy'll be glad we got these rocks outta his garden was my thinking. We didn't have very good aim and we were just makin' them' wasp mad I guess. I took my turn at throwing and decided to get a little closer this time. It was becoming a game of wills. We both wanted to be the one who knocked the nest down. Brenda was ready with her rock and she threw it before I got backed up enough. By Golly she knocked the nest down, and the race was on. Those things came outta' there like a bomb. I was still close so guess who they nailed first. Yep ME!!! I turned to run and hit head on with Brenda who was standing there proud of herself for knocking the wasp nest. We both were knocked backwards by the force of the hit. Brenda went on the ground and I landed in the bucket of blackberries. I can still feel myself sinking down in there, squashing berries as I went. For some reason the wasp went after Brenda instead of me. She was tearin' out across the garden screamin' with my parents following saying "What's wrong" I guess they figerered' out what is was cause' I saw them slappin' and jumpin' around swattin' off the wasps. Well I got the giggles. I started to get up and found out I was stuck tight in that bucket of berries. No way, no how, could I get up and I had laughed so hard I peed in my 'britches'? Well really I peed in the bucket of smashed berries. Oh My gosh, now what. Brenda, Mama, and Daddy were fightin' wasp and here I am stuck in a bucket of berries. Good Grief!!! I got tickled again but it didn't last long when I looked and saw a few wasp seemed to be comin' back where I was. At the same time Daddy started back to get me. Well let me tell you I got up then bucket and all and duck walked to meet Daddy. He picked me up bucket and all and started toward the house. The bucket jarred loose and hit the ground spillin' those smushed' up berries. Off we went and the wasp decided to stay with the berries saving us any more indignities from stings. We all had a bath with rubbin' alcohol poured in the tub. Course I had to be cleaned a little more than the rest cause' I had a purple butt! Did we ever try and knock a wasp nest down again? Well Sure we did. YEP!!! Just made sure our parents were not around. Didn't want them stung again. NOPE!!!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
THE TATTLETALE
1-12-09...THE TATTLETAIL
I had never realized how very Blessed I was until I started to school and became more aware of my surroundings. I learned very young that it is not 'stuff' that you have but the 'stuff' in your heart that really counts. That was a lesson I learned at home and how was I to know that everyone didn't know it. HUH?
I've always heard that kids can be so cruel. Well that is not necessarily so. It is what you learn as you are growing up that shapes your character. I learned from wise wonderful people, my parents, my Pastor, and other family and friends that we were close to. Not everyone I was to come in contact with had the privilege of that.
Yes kids could be nasty which I very quickly found out. When I'd go home telling my experiences my Parents would say to me "Always give everyone the benefit of the doubt, Don't judge a book by it's cover, when others are talking about someone always find something good to say about them" . What can I say Mama? Well just anything say what a pretty blouse she has on, or how pretty her hair is. Well there was this one girl that just irked me out. My friends and I were talking one day at recess and she walked by. Her clothes were ragged and dirty. I said Oh what a pretty blouse she has on!!! My friends looked at me like I had two heads. Coulda' been cause she had a dress on and no blouse in sight. Thing is it kept them from talking about her at that moment. Hey it works I thought.
But now it is a differer story when you are the one being rediculed. There was a girl who started making fun of me and my parents advice went by the wayside for a spell. YEP! Hey this was different. I didn't tell my parents about this and later I wished I had because they would have helped me handle it in a better way.
She had pretty frilly clothes, always had a nickel to spend at the candy store, and was a little snot nose as far as I was concerned. It was raining one day and I came to school with a bread sack over my head like a head scarf. Now I thought it was pretty. Mamma cut it open and it tied under my chin. On the wrapper was red, yellow, and blue balloons. I thought I was up-town now. The cats Meow!!!! When I proudly wore it on the bus she said, "Well look at the poor little hillbilly Clydene, can't even afford a real rain coat". Tears welled up in my eyes but also red fire mad welled up inside me. I looked at Brenda and saw a mirror of what my face must look like. I whispered to Brenda, "We are gonna get her! Yep Brenda answered. And get her we did!!! Both got spankings in school and again at home but by golly we shut that little smart elec up good!!!
Now we never intended to hurt the little snot nose but it happened that we did. JUST A LITTLE He he.
What we decided to do was take her goofy ol' raincoat and hide it from her. We didn't have cloak rooms in our little school. We had to hang all our coats in the hall on hooks. We watched where she hung that ol' raincoat and hung our coats over it. We planned to get to it before she did at recess and take it out with us. Which we did. So far so good. Someone saw us get the durn' thing and told her, she told the Teacher and the jig was up!! We were on the playground just giggling and feeling proud of ourselves as we watched for her to come out without her raincoat, gettin' all wet and we were gonna holler, look at stupid ol' _ _ _ _ _! Cant afford a raincoat. She did come out but she had on a pretty rain hat and the teacher was waiting on the porch, (without Her rain hat). She ran up to us and was gonna' snatch the raincoat gutta'' our hands. "Teacher said come right there, she said. Well of course we were stubborn and wasn't a gonna turn lose of the darn thing. It ripped and she went berserk. She flew at us and we were too fast for her. One of us threw the raincoat over her head and spun her around. She stumbled and fell face down and busted her lip and the howl was on! She kept thrashing around there on the ground and succeeded in ripping the raincoat and her stupid arm. We were laughing till we saw the Teacher comin' tward' us and figured we'd better just be quiet and sweet as we could. Didn't help, still got spanked at school and again at home. Heck fire anyhow! She was just a spoiled brat. It wouldn't a hurt us. She was just one of those snooty little girls that couldn't take it. YEP!!!
I had never realized how very Blessed I was until I started to school and became more aware of my surroundings. I learned very young that it is not 'stuff' that you have but the 'stuff' in your heart that really counts. That was a lesson I learned at home and how was I to know that everyone didn't know it. HUH?
I've always heard that kids can be so cruel. Well that is not necessarily so. It is what you learn as you are growing up that shapes your character. I learned from wise wonderful people, my parents, my Pastor, and other family and friends that we were close to. Not everyone I was to come in contact with had the privilege of that.
Yes kids could be nasty which I very quickly found out. When I'd go home telling my experiences my Parents would say to me "Always give everyone the benefit of the doubt, Don't judge a book by it's cover, when others are talking about someone always find something good to say about them" . What can I say Mama? Well just anything say what a pretty blouse she has on, or how pretty her hair is. Well there was this one girl that just irked me out. My friends and I were talking one day at recess and she walked by. Her clothes were ragged and dirty. I said Oh what a pretty blouse she has on!!! My friends looked at me like I had two heads. Coulda' been cause she had a dress on and no blouse in sight. Thing is it kept them from talking about her at that moment. Hey it works I thought.
But now it is a differer story when you are the one being rediculed. There was a girl who started making fun of me and my parents advice went by the wayside for a spell. YEP! Hey this was different. I didn't tell my parents about this and later I wished I had because they would have helped me handle it in a better way.
She had pretty frilly clothes, always had a nickel to spend at the candy store, and was a little snot nose as far as I was concerned. It was raining one day and I came to school with a bread sack over my head like a head scarf. Now I thought it was pretty. Mamma cut it open and it tied under my chin. On the wrapper was red, yellow, and blue balloons. I thought I was up-town now. The cats Meow!!!! When I proudly wore it on the bus she said, "Well look at the poor little hillbilly Clydene, can't even afford a real rain coat". Tears welled up in my eyes but also red fire mad welled up inside me. I looked at Brenda and saw a mirror of what my face must look like. I whispered to Brenda, "We are gonna get her! Yep Brenda answered. And get her we did!!! Both got spankings in school and again at home but by golly we shut that little smart elec up good!!!
Now we never intended to hurt the little snot nose but it happened that we did. JUST A LITTLE He he.
What we decided to do was take her goofy ol' raincoat and hide it from her. We didn't have cloak rooms in our little school. We had to hang all our coats in the hall on hooks. We watched where she hung that ol' raincoat and hung our coats over it. We planned to get to it before she did at recess and take it out with us. Which we did. So far so good. Someone saw us get the durn' thing and told her, she told the Teacher and the jig was up!! We were on the playground just giggling and feeling proud of ourselves as we watched for her to come out without her raincoat, gettin' all wet and we were gonna holler, look at stupid ol' _ _ _ _ _! Cant afford a raincoat. She did come out but she had on a pretty rain hat and the teacher was waiting on the porch, (without Her rain hat). She ran up to us and was gonna' snatch the raincoat gutta'' our hands. "Teacher said come right there, she said. Well of course we were stubborn and wasn't a gonna turn lose of the darn thing. It ripped and she went berserk. She flew at us and we were too fast for her. One of us threw the raincoat over her head and spun her around. She stumbled and fell face down and busted her lip and the howl was on! She kept thrashing around there on the ground and succeeded in ripping the raincoat and her stupid arm. We were laughing till we saw the Teacher comin' tward' us and figured we'd better just be quiet and sweet as we could. Didn't help, still got spanked at school and again at home. Heck fire anyhow! She was just a spoiled brat. It wouldn't a hurt us. She was just one of those snooty little girls that couldn't take it. YEP!!!
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