It's Time Again for Another Nostalgic Sunday
My mind has been racing around in figure-eights and zig-zags, and miles way up high, and then swirling, floating down below with thoughts as many and as unique as the miracle of snowflakes.
And because of all that, it's been almost impossible to choose which memories I want to include in today's Nostalgic Sunday post. So, I've decided to post random snippets of my memoir.
.....Some
of my best memories are the times Dad and I watched TV together. It was more
than just sitting, side by side, on our scratchy couch.(What was
that material?)
I
loved watching him as he watched TV. It was a show all by itself, an
interactive one, and I was mesmerized every time...........
Dad
would be so busy trying to watch TV while peering over his newspaper and
holding his cigarette that he’d be lost to the world. It was as if he were
daydreaming. Trying to get his attention during those times was next to
impossible. I would watch the long ash of his cigarette hanging on for dear
life, slowly bending down farther and farther, until it was the size of a gray
wooly worm. Not being able to stand it a second longer, I’d finally yell, “Dad!
Your ashes are falling!” I’d usually grab the ashtray and catch them just in
the nick of time. He’d nonchalantly glance my way, as if he’d forgotten I was
even there. He’d let out a chuckle and thank me for being so watchful.
Afterwards, he’d go back to doing it all over again.
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.......“Do
you know what this note says?” she asked.
I
already knew it wasn’t something good from her face and her tone. “No, ma’am.”
“Miss
Mary Ann says you cheated during the times table test today! Rebecca Anne, is
that right? Did you cheat?”
Oh my
gosh. I know I’m in big trouble when I’m called Rebecca!
“Uh…well,
I uh—”
“I
can’t believe this! You know better than to do something like this. You know it’s
wrong to cheat. And it’s a sin!”
There it was—the dreaded guilt of sin being laid
on me. I’d never seen my mother so upset, about anyone or anything, and here she was angry with me. I guess I was going to go to Hell. Attending a Catholic school Monday through
Friday and Mass every Sunday, I knew all about Heaven and Hell and sins. But
what I did should only be a venial sin, shouldn’t
it? Not the horrible, mortal kind.I started to explain
about the paper hanging out of someone’s desk, and how I thought I could do
something like that.......
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I hope y'all enjoyed reading those little tidbits of my young life! What else might have happened when I watched TV? What punishment did I receive for my gosh, I'm gullible sin?
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"Back on its golden hinges, the gate of memory swings. And my heart goes into the garden and walks with the olden things." -- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
