Monday, March 20, 2017

Weebles wobble, toddlers toddle. . .

Is there anything more fun than observing the wonder of new discoveries in a toddler?  If you need a dose of joy, follow a toddler, defined by Merriam-Webster as "a young child who is just learning to walk."  Wikipedia states that "a toddler is a child 12 to 36 months of age."  I prefer Wikipedia's version.  That makes me a crazy-in-love grandmother with two toddler grandchildren--one boy two years old and one girl 16 months old.  They are a hoot to watch.

The best place to observe is outdoors.  Recently my grandson came for a visit, and since he lives in the city, our country home with its wide open spaces drew him like honeybees to blooming redbud trees.  My parents live next door and when he spotted Peepaw's varied collection of tractors, lawn mowers, and golf carts, he took off across their large yard like a stray dog caught eating cat food.  My son had to break into a run to catch him, because you know, out here, there are many dangers like wasps, snakes, and rusty nails that you don't encounter where they live.

The little guy just couldn't get to everything he wanted to see fast enough.  He flitted from one machine to the next, from one cat to the next, from one pile of dirt to the next.   We set him on mowers, tractors, trailers, and let him walk into Peepaw's shop.  He chased the two cats, who are savvy enough to hide from him.  A couple of times I had to grab him before he got hurt or found an unfriendly insect or two, and he let me know his feelings about that in no uncertain terms.

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Our grandson with his Pop.  He can't wait to get down and run!

The visit ended too quickly, but now he is old enough to remember Pop and Coco's and Peepaw and Meemaw's houses out in the country, and no doubt soon he will be reminding his parents to bring him more often.  We can hope, at least.

There was a Hasbro TV commercial back in the 70's that said, "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down."  Well, toddlers toddle. . .and they don't slow down!

Saturday, February 11, 2017

The Little White House on Willow Branch Road

My parents traded houses with my grandparents on my daddy's side when I was four, which would be in 1963, so we moved from the big house to the little white house.  They decided to trade houses because the big house had more room, and then my two aunts and an uncle were still living at home.  The little white house was located about half a mile down the same road, Willow Branch Road, as the big house. 
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My most vivid memory of the little house is Christmas, and Mama and Daddy coming to the bedroom my brother and I shared to coax us out of bed to see what Santa brought us.  Can you imagine children having to be coaxed out of bed on Christmas morning?  I guess my brother and I were a bit timid.  It could have something to do with watching for Santa and his sleigh out the bedroom window.  Maybe we were afraid he would still be there and we were shy.  

I remember only one of my Christmas gifts and it was a horse pillow for TV watching.  My brother and I each got one.

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One other memory I have from living in the little white house was watching Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock with my parents.  They probably didn't think I was watching, but those people with pig snouts scared me, and I also remember dolls that came to life.  That memory could explain why I freaked out when I discovered my husband years later watching Stephen King's "It" while our toddler played in the same room!

My dad and baby sister at the little white house

One day Mama and us kids were outside, Mama sitting on the back step with my baby sister Sharon, and Allen and I playing in the backyard.  A red wasp landed in Mama's hair and as she shook her head to get it out, it decided to take off after me!  Mama cried, "Run, April!"  So I ran.  But I didn't run fast enough or far enough.  I stopped running and that red wasp popped me on the forehead over my left eyebrow and then on my hand when I brushed it away.  I still have the hole in my forehead from the stinger.  I've been afraid of wasps ever since.  Mama tried. . .   Wait, isn't that a song?

Me helping with Sharon at the little white house

I don't have many more memories of life in the little white house, but I do remember Mama chasing my brother around the house in a tight shift dress.  I don't recall if they were playing or if he was in trouble!  (Probably the latter.)

On to the house by the football field  in Van. . .stay tuned!