In addition to weeding out the “stuff” from my home, I have been combing through my computer as well. When I bought a new computer last year, I was told the older versions of Word take up twice the space of the newer versions, therefore, every now and again, as time permits, I’ve been looking at my older writings and either re-saving under “docx” or trashing older files altogether, a tedious task indeed. However, in doing this mundane task, I am in “WOW!” mode at some of my older writings and truly needed to share a few here with you. Enjoy! // D ~
Cassie was so excited! She’d gotten the most radical Barbie of all while she was visiting her Grandparent’s house this past week and she just couldn’t wait for Suzie to see it! She ran all the way to Suzie’s house, asked if she could come out to play, waited while she finished her chores and chattered on about her new Barbie doll all the while. “Suzie, just wait till you see it; it’s totally radical!” “Why didn’t you bring it with you to show me?” “You know how my Mom gets about me bringing my new things outside.” “Yeah I do, but that’s just plain stupid.” “I know, but she thinks it’ll get ruined if I take it outside. So hurry up and finish your chores so we can go to my place so you can see it.” “Yeah, but she won’t let us in to play.” “Maybe she will if we promise to be quiet.” “You know she won’t; she never does.” “Well, let’s go to my house so you can see my new Barbie and if she doesn’t let us stay, what do you want to do today?” “We could ride our bikes down that big hill we found yesterday; remember how cool it was with the wind whipping through our hair?” “That was really cool, but we can’t do that all day; besides, it takes longer to get up that hill than it does to fly down it.” “I know, but maybe we’ll run into some kids from that neighborhood and make new friends. Let’s just go see your Barbie and then we can decide if your Mom won’t let us stay to play.” “Okay.”
“Hi Mom, I just want to show Suzie my new Barbie; the one I got from Grandma and Pop-Pop for being so good all week while I stayed at their house. We won’t be long.” Cassie’s mother yelled from the kitchen, “If you come in, you’re in for the day.” “But Maaaa, I just want to show Suzie my new Barbie doll.” “Okay, but you come in, get it and bring it to the door so she can see it, then bring it back to your room; I don’t want the whole neighborhood traipsing through the house.” “Mom, it’s not the whole neighborhood, it’s just one person and I was hoping Suzie could come in so we could play for a little while.” “Don’t talk back to me or you can stay in your room for the rest of the day and Suzie can go home.” “But Mommmm, you never let us stay and play here.” “Did you hear what I said?” Disappointingly Cassie said, “Yes mother.”
Cassie had been into all the other neighborhood kid’s houses, even that fancy woman who wears fuzzy slippers and makes you take your shoes off at the door, but no one was every allowed into hers. Her mother always said, “If you come in, you’re in for the day.” Sheez; she’d get a new doll or new clothes, a new game, but no one was ever allowed into the house to see it or play with it. She always had to go get it, bring it to the door so her friends could see it, then bring it back to her room and go back outside.
It’s not like they weren’t popular; both Cassie and her two brothers had people coming to the door all the time asking if they could come out and play. They’d leave with their friends shortly after breakfast; Cassie, most days, didn’t return home till dinnertime. She could always tell when it was dinnertime because the mother next door, Mrs. Kurtz, she grew up on a farm in Ohio and her mother used to call for the farmhands with a dinner bell. She used a similar bell to call her boys to dinner nightly. Cassie always knew she had a little bit more time after she heard the bell. Everyone in the neighborhood would laugh every night the bell rang and the boys went running from all points of the neighborhood; their folks didn’t give them much time to get home either, maybe five minutes. Sometimes we heard they got a whooping if they were late. They weren’t late too many nights.
// D ~
More to come . . . .