Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Some Things Never Change!

Life is like a jigsaw puzzle with most of the pieces missing.
                      Anonymous



When I was a kid I’d like to say I was a little rambunctious (my Grandma’s words) but that is probably not true I was probably a lot rambunctious. I was constantly moving, rarely sitting and I never walked I always ran everywhere that I thought I should be. Problem was that I always thought I should be somewhere else. Some things never change.

I have no idea where all this energy came from and still comes from but I am pretty sure my teachers and my Mom grew tired of watching me flit about the room. My Grandmother used to say “Someday you are going to wear yourself out and just drop”, so far she has been wrong but I must admit some days now I find lying down comes easy. My Mom had very interesting ways of trying to slow me or should I say us down, let me jump in to say I was not the only rambunctious one in my family. Thinking back I do not know how Mom dealt with all that constant running. I know she had to be creative; I give her credit for that. She had one of many secret weapons.

The first one I remember was jigsaw puzzles, Mom would dump a huge million piece puzzle on the table and make us sit around the kitchen table and “work on it”, I must tell you this was a little table with at least six or more kids sitting around it in a crowded little house with a kitchen window that looked out on to the yard and a tree where I truly wanted to be. This would usually be on rainy day because as far as I can remember we were never in the house when the weather was nice, which was fine with me because that was where the work and noise lingered. Most times my Mom would help us do the puzzle while tending to crying babies or cooking fried bologna on the stove. Funny the things you remember, I can still imagine the smell and taste of it smothered in ketchup, usually to cover its blackened appearance and burned taste. I remember always needing to be free and running so this puzzle thing always felt like torture to me. Some things never change.

I would watch my sister Pearly sitting still working away with a huge smile on her face and I always wondered how she could possibly be enjoying this sheer torture. I would give her a kick under the table and she would scream resulting in our fighting and Mom would have to intervene usually with a swat to the ear or moving one of us to the other side of the table. I would again do the same thing to whoever was lucky enough and happened to be sitting beside me. I knew eventually Mom would grow tired of the fighting and tell me to go sit in the living room. Sometimes this plan did not work, I think she figured me out and so I had to think of something else. I would pick up one of those little pieces and stare at it for a long time and then I would look over to perfect Pearly putting them together so fast and I thought I would show her. I placed the piece in a spot that looked right to me, I must admit with very little thought. Well of course it did not fit so I proceeded to hammer it in with the palm of my hand. This is the point where I must tell you we had to finish the puzzle before we could leave the table and I just wanted to get it done. I hammered on it until Mom let it be known and not very quietly, that this was not allowed. I picked it up and tried it in another spot. I was getting frustrated by this time and watching Pearly was certainly not helping. Smile smile.

After picking up piece after piece and getting extremely bored and agitated I finally found that one piece that would fit with just one minor alteration; I slid the piece under the table on my lap and proceeded to rip the extra tab off. I slid it back from under the table and just as I thought, it fit perfectly. Pearly started whining to Mom about me wrecking the puzzle and I will not tell you how well that went over. Your imagination can take over here I am not going to do all the work.

Thinking back Mom had many great ideas about slowing me down but I was just not a puzzle person, I like to think of myself as free thinker and never feeling those restraints of the word “normal”(whatever that means) way of doing things. I also must say I probably would have gotten away with it if Pearly was not so competitive and so darn good at jigsaw puzzles and other puzzles. Some things never change.

Another secret weapon of Mom’s was Monopoly, yes hours and hours of a game I found extremely boring and torturous. I did everything I could to start a fight or get the Go to Jail card just so I did not have to play. Now that I think of it my Mom tried everything to curb my rambunctious behaviour or at least slow me down. I know Pearly is still very good at puzzles and Monopoly but I can still “run” circles around her. Some things never change.

Later

36 comments:

  1. Ha your poor sister; you must have laughs about all those times at that table?

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  2. What great memories. I can remember doing some of those same things on a rainy day, including kicking my sister! I always preferred to be outside, too. Fun times~

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  3. Oh my goodness! Your poor sister!

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  4. If they had known of ADD back then... Lol. I was the naughty one in the family and still am, come to think of it.

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  5. That is so funny you ripped the piece to make it fit! I never would've thought of doing that as a kid. Creative thinking!

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  6. I couldn't sit still, either. Never could see the point in jigsaw puzzles and my feet still fidget when I'm sitting down. Hyper? Ok.. so maybe a little... Thoroughly enjoyed your story!

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  7. i hope people always describe you in that way!!

    no other way to be b, even as an adult!! that's how i want to be remembered!!

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  8. Oh you must have been a handful!

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  9. You make me laugh! I think I'm much more of a "Pearly"...I loved puzzles, and don't do so well with lots of commotion! Isn't it interesting how we're all so different!

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  10. We all have our special abilities....

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  11. Is that photo from your "new" camera? I like it!!

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  12. So this is what I missed not having siblings. You sound like a free spirit. Too cute!

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  13. What great memories you must have of your chilhood with all those siblings! I was always a quiet child, loved puzzles and monopoly, sewing and crafts. I have a very rambunctious granddaughter and she is a joy to be around. I wouldn't change her for the world!

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  14. Monopoly=Torture

    You are so right B! Some things will never change.

    Thank you so much for this reminiscence of earlier days-I enjoyed it so very much! And I have two sisters of my own, so I understand Pearly perfectly well:)

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  15. You sound like my brother! Always causing a fight with me..and when I'd yell at Mom to make him stop, he'd say, "I'm not touching her." He would be touching me, but he'd be doing something that annoyed the heck out of me! I just found out a couple of years ago that my cousins always cheated at Monopoly and I never knew it! When our family played, I was the banker, when I was 18 I became a teller at a bank for ten years. hhmmmmmm.....

    Cindy Bee

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  16. Wonderful memories.

    Now you would be dosed with some medicine to make you compliant in school and home.

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  17. i LOVED the peace and quiet of fixing picture puzzles with my dad and my sis and sometimes even my mom would join in. still love them. fixed one last winter all by myself. :)

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  18. I think you were one of those--ahem--undiagnosed "hyperactive" children. I'm glad such a thing was not heard of, then!

    I like puzzles, but gave up Monopoly because it was so slow. And for the longest time I preferred to crochet because knitting took so long. I have more patience now, and I bet you do, as well!

    Blessings!

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  19. Wonderful story ! I was the same at times then times I liked to just sit on my favorite old tree and sketch . I still can be rambunctious all though I find as I get older I am slowing down ! As A kid I got rid of some of my energy by doing chores on the farm , exploring the back woods or being with my horse . I to never have liked board games I got to bored lol ! Have a good day !

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  20. Having read many of your posts I'm not surprised you were an overly active girl. You seem to have an abundance of energy. Age does tend to slow the body down somewhat and I have less drive than I used to.

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  21. I'm the opposite, I always loved to sit and read, do puzzles, and figure out problems. I don't think we did a lot of Monopoly, but I always loved games. I play Scrabble and Solitude on my computer. Not a whole lot of runaround energy here.

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  22. I am not a puzzle person either. I hate sitting and trying to find the right piece of the puzzle and... I don't like most board games.

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  23. What a funny family memory! Your mom had some good tricks up her sleeve for sure :) I've never really been into puzzles, so I probably would have pulled the same stunts you did!

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  24. what a stinker you were! ha! our down time was cards; crazy 8's, canasta, oh and some i can't even come up with the titles of any more.

    and my dad was a fried bologna eater! i always enjoy the little memories you end up digging out of my brain! :D

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  25. Ah the trouble we could have gotten into...seriously, im getting a passport.
    with childhood behavior like that, how could we not have a wonderous time?

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  26. I would LOVE to hear Pearly's side of the story. :)

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  27. I think you hit the nail on the head when you say you were not competitive and your sister was. I don't have a competitive bone in my body...I just don't care who wins or finishes first. My husband is the same and I am glad about that...I have seen people get in actual arguements about a card game..chess game etc....I have seen a grown person crawl over 3 people on a couch to get a card she wanted...omgosh! Give me a free thinker any day..

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  28. Buttons such wonderful memories. I have a little brother and there some moments that are just priceless.

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  29. Oh Buttons, this post made me smile - you have some great memories :))
    I also hated jigsaw puzzles and as for monopoly aaargh!!!

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  30. One person's fun is another person's boredom. Very well illustrated:)

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  31. Lovely memories.
    We used to play games with friends all sitting around the kitchen table when first married. Hugs M xoxox

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  32. What great memories - I love how you remember so many details. Ah, fried bologna. My dad would fix it for breakfast sometimes and I loved it! Never smothered it in ketchup - ate it just the way it was. Bologna today doesn't buckle up like it used to and just doesn't taste the same. Probably a good thing!

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  33. So, I'm guessing you don't have any interest in working 3-D puzzles today, huh?

    Great story. I could imagine you tearing the puzzle piece to make it fit. Monopoly? I think there's a reason the word is so similar to "monotonous".

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The mind grows by what it feeds on. J.G. Holland

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