Sunday, July 24, 2016

Tallywhacker

A story about Uncle Rich as retold by Grandma Donna, July 2016. 

I want to tell you what happened to my brother when he was five years old.

He got a bright red bike for his 5th birthday. The bike was huge.   He wasn't a big kid and the bike was an adult size bike, made for a man-sized person with a bar, the old "man-bar" kinds of bikes.  Ladies' bikes had a curve in the frame and men's had a straight bar that you had to straddle to get on and to stop.   

I remember quite a lot of discussion in the house about the size of that bike when he got it.  One parent would say, "Why did you get this?  It’s way too big and he’s going to get hurt."   

The other side claimed that he would grow into it and things would be fine.  "Let him be a boy, already!"

Well, he loved the idea of that bike, so ZOOM . . .  off he went!  

Not to far into his maiden bike ride, he came to a car.   Unsure of himself and how to handle his new gigantic bike, he hit the breaks with his tiny little foot, flung himself headlong into the car, which  launched him forward and he whacked his business on the bar.

The whole episode happened within eyesight, but beyond arm's reach and he came home proclaiming, "I whacked myself on the bar .  . . I whacked my tallywhacker." 

And for the rest of my brother’s life, he called his boy-parts his "tallywhacker".


Sunday, July 17, 2016

A little hiatus

I've taken a short hiatus.  Or long.   It doesn't mean that I'm not here, it just means I've been somewhere else.   I feel like reiterating the goal is important, such that I have a shining mommy moment.  The goal is to build stories for generations.  The goal is to write down the things that make a life.  The balance is to do it, along with everything else, and still be present.  So, yeah, I've taken a hiatus.  It's because I'm being present for the people in my life who matter.   I realize it's a bit of a "I'll write it down later attitude" but that's fine by me.   I picked up a book to help jump start things again.   It's mostly listography prompts to help when there isn't anything bubbling to the surface.  Also, as is my age old problem . . . . I want things in order.  I want a chronological package so it's all nice and tidy and tied up with a pretty bow.   But life ain't necessarily like that, so while I realize I'm hopping around . . . . you guys will just have to hop around with me.