8-9-09...AN EMBARRASSING MOMENT
I was talking to my friend Tommy yesterday and he was talking about something that brought back a very embarrassing time for me.
We were in the fifth grade, ten years old. My Mama had the 'birds and the bees' talk with me and I thought I understood it all but apparently I did not.
The County Fair was going on in Ozark and Tommy (who was in my class) was helping his older brother with a pig and her piglets. They took them to the fair for judging. Tommy was telling the story of the sow and her piglets one day in class.
He was telling how his brother had raised a piglet as a 4/H project. He had then had the pig bred. Well that is where I lost out on the story line.
I was thinking when he said bred the sow he was talking about feeding her bread so she would have babies. Somehow I just knew that was not the way of it. I wasn't real sure about it so I figured I'd just ask before he went on with the story.
"Bread, bread, bread" I was saying, "What do you mean you fed her bread? My Daddy don't feed his pigs bread". I went on and on till others were giggling and pointing at me.
I guess Miss Pansy really didn't know how to handle this situation, or maybe she was in total shock, but she didn't intervene for a while and I just kept on trying to understand why Tommy thought you had to feed pigs bread. Heck fire our pigs ate slop.
Well I don't really know what Miss Pansy finally did because I was looking and talking to Tommy. He had put his head down on his desk and said stupid girl. He was madder'n'a old settin' hen. There was instant quiet in the room and I head Miss Pansy say, "CLYDENE". I looked at her and she was shaking her head at me saying NO! Well I hushed up but I was still very confused. Everyone was jeering at me on the playground and I think Tommy would have liked to knock my block off.
Somehow Miss Pansy got word to my Mama and she explained to me what was meant by 'bred'. I was so embarrassed !! I couldn't look at Tommy for a long time and I don't think he wanted me anywhere near him. I still didn't really understand but I knew I hadn't better do that again.
Somebody else did something and I was off the hook. Everyone forgot my goofiness and someone else took my place. That is the way it goes with kids. I had forgotten all about it until Tommy was talking about the fair and that sow and her piglets. Tommy still don't remember the incident. Good, I'm glad he don't. YEP!!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
I HAD A GIGGLE TODAY
8-8-08...I HAD A GIGGLE TODAY
My Goodness I was sitting relaxing this afternoon and these things and events from my childhood started playing in my mind like movies. I got so tickled I was breathless. I was laughing out loud. Don said what is wrong with you. He must have thought I was going nuts. I said Oh I'm just laughing.
Our house was old and the floors were not level. If you dropped a ball it would roll across the floor till it hit something to stop it. I had fun playing with puppies that way.
The funny thing I am remembering though probably was not funny to anyone but me at the time. I always sat across the table from Daddy and he was on the downside of the floor. I was a butterfingers then and now and always spilled something or knocked something over. The thing I usually knocked over was whatever I was drinking. Didn't matter what it was it always ran across the table and ended up in Daddy's lap. Yep! Well it started being funny to me to see Daddy jump up in a hurry when the liquid hit his lap. I didn't like milk so somehow I always managed to spill it. Sure I managed, accidentally on purpose. By Golly Mama figured that one out real fast and I was in big trouble. That stopped if I could help it but occasionally I still spilled something and of course it went straight to Daddy's lap and I got another show. I wondered once why Daddy didn't put me on that side of the table but I think I have that figured out. Just like I am today. I have my spot at the table and I don't change it. Habit I guess or maybe goofiness but I can't eat at the other end of the table. (well I can but I sure nuff 'don't want to) Anyway I think that was Daddies reasoning. Don't you?
Another thing I remembered was this. When Norman was very small he slept in the bed with Mama and I was in Daddies bed in the cold winter so they could see that we stayed warm. One early cold morning I was sleeping peacefully when My Daddy shook the bed getting out of it. He said "Clydene you have wet the bed, get up so we can get dried off, you wet all over me". Mama got up and picked me up and she said, "Clyde Clydene is dry as a bone, she hasn't wet on herself. You were the one who wet the bed". It took some convincing on Mama's part but she finally did convince Daddy that he indeed had been the one to wet the bed. Mama giggled, I giggled, and even Norman, who had no idea what was going on, giggled. It took a few days for Daddy to see the humor in it though but he finally laughed. He never thought it was as funny as I did though.
I had completely forgotten about these things and don't know what made me remember now. I'm glad I did remember though. I needed a giggle today! YEP!
My Goodness I was sitting relaxing this afternoon and these things and events from my childhood started playing in my mind like movies. I got so tickled I was breathless. I was laughing out loud. Don said what is wrong with you. He must have thought I was going nuts. I said Oh I'm just laughing.
Our house was old and the floors were not level. If you dropped a ball it would roll across the floor till it hit something to stop it. I had fun playing with puppies that way.
The funny thing I am remembering though probably was not funny to anyone but me at the time. I always sat across the table from Daddy and he was on the downside of the floor. I was a butterfingers then and now and always spilled something or knocked something over. The thing I usually knocked over was whatever I was drinking. Didn't matter what it was it always ran across the table and ended up in Daddy's lap. Yep! Well it started being funny to me to see Daddy jump up in a hurry when the liquid hit his lap. I didn't like milk so somehow I always managed to spill it. Sure I managed, accidentally on purpose. By Golly Mama figured that one out real fast and I was in big trouble. That stopped if I could help it but occasionally I still spilled something and of course it went straight to Daddy's lap and I got another show. I wondered once why Daddy didn't put me on that side of the table but I think I have that figured out. Just like I am today. I have my spot at the table and I don't change it. Habit I guess or maybe goofiness but I can't eat at the other end of the table. (well I can but I sure nuff 'don't want to) Anyway I think that was Daddies reasoning. Don't you?
Another thing I remembered was this. When Norman was very small he slept in the bed with Mama and I was in Daddies bed in the cold winter so they could see that we stayed warm. One early cold morning I was sleeping peacefully when My Daddy shook the bed getting out of it. He said "Clydene you have wet the bed, get up so we can get dried off, you wet all over me". Mama got up and picked me up and she said, "Clyde Clydene is dry as a bone, she hasn't wet on herself. You were the one who wet the bed". It took some convincing on Mama's part but she finally did convince Daddy that he indeed had been the one to wet the bed. Mama giggled, I giggled, and even Norman, who had no idea what was going on, giggled. It took a few days for Daddy to see the humor in it though but he finally laughed. He never thought it was as funny as I did though.
I had completely forgotten about these things and don't know what made me remember now. I'm glad I did remember though. I needed a giggle today! YEP!
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