Monday, June 24, 2013

An Unbelievable Gift of Memory Pieces!

The greatest compliment that was ever paid to me was
                                   when asked what I thought,
                                   and attended to my answer.
                                                  Henry David Thoreau



My little brother Donny was sitting on the worn blue linoleum floor pushing a plastic motorcycle back and forth making the roaring sounds that he thought it would make if it had of been real, I glanced over top of the magazine I was reading while sitting on the old couch and smiled knowing he was contented.

Brother Earl quickly ran into the room like a streak and grabbed this motorcycle out of Donny’s hand and the fighting began. I watched as the two of them wrestled on the hard floor and watched as Donny wearing his red striped shirt was now on the bottom, Earl in a blue flannel shirt with a ripped pocket now had Donny pinned while holding the plastic toy in his left hand in the air, smiling and shouting “It’s mine” that is when the fists started flying but Earl still held tight to that toy.

It was my responsibility to make sure the boys did not rough house in the house but I was busy reading and knew it would solve itself quickly enough and hopefully there would be no crying and I stay wrapped up in the comforts of my dreaming. This babysitting thing was always such a bore.
I turned my concentration back to my magazine, I remember it was a fashion magazine and the women were dressed in colourful sixties clothes with the then in style white Go Go Boots that I loved. Black leather miniskirts, a psychedelic patterned blouse and a cool red Beret hat and my dreaming about looking that good some day when I finished school and got a job then getting paid and spending the money on what I wanted, this babysitting seemed to always be for free. The screen door slammed.

Finally…. the noise and annoyance of the boys had moved out to the front lawn and I knew they were rolling around in the dirt and grass getting dirty. Oh I remember those dreams of a life away from here doing what I wanted and never having to listen to this constant fighting. I imagined Donny was probably thinking the same thing, dreaming about his very own motorcycle and driving across the country someday on his own, and then Earl snatched that dream right out of his hand.

I never did get those cool Go Go boots or that red beret and leather miniskirt but I never really missed them and I am pretty sure Donny never drove across the country on a motorcycle but I did learn everyone has dreams and more often than not those dreams change constantly. I am reminded of those dreams as I hold that very same plastic motorcycle in my hands covered in mud and look up to My Hero smiling from inside the cab of the Backhoe.

The house where I grew up is now gone replaced by a fancy new house that will have a new family living in it very soon who I am sure will be making memories to last forever also. My Hero has done something so unbelievably incredible I have not been able to stop smiling since those papers have been signed; he has bought me thirty feet of that old hunk of land. Oh yes thirty feet of incredible memories and stories that at the time while watching those boys wrestle on the floor I could not wait to forget. This is the ultimate gift of stories and memories for a girl with an imagination that grew much larger than she did in that old house.

I stand here after the heavy rains of last night and watch My Hero level the mud with the Backhoe from where an old house used to stand and a basement was dug. Mud, rocks and bits of an old Maple tree holding bits and pieces of my childhood, things I may or may not remember but I am sure will tell some stories I will not forget. He stops the Backhoe and points down to the ground I run over, bend down to pick up a tooth. Turning it over in my hand I am reminded that we never did own a horse or a cow. Oh this is going to be fun.

This unbelievable gift, in the middle of the little village where I grew up on a hunk of land where I grew up, where we used to roll on the grass and dirt while dreaming of getting far away but my still remembering wanting to wear Go Go Boots, makes me unbelievably happy. My Hero you are truly My Hero.

 Oh by the way Donny I am not sure if you want that old motorcycle back now.

Later.


38 comments:

  1. Wow- that is fantastic- I know you are one happy girl!

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  2. you are such a memory girl. forever connected to that land, now.

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  3. A few sentences in, I was no longer just laying upon the loveseat, on this oppresively humid morning ,fan blowing rather uselessly on me . No the mundane mugginess changed when I arrived here , I was instead completely mesmorized. and comfy whilst being whisked into story land , wholeheartedly traveling into the thoughts of Buttons captivating memories. :)

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  4. That is super cool! Your hero is so amazing. I love the pic of the little bike too. You really have a great memory for detail. Things seem to fade in my head quite frequently!

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  5. Oh my gosh, that is so awesome! I hope you find lots of buried treasure there :)

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  6. What a wonderful story, and what a GREAT thing for your Hero to do for you! That is wonderful to have that connection to where you grew up. I always enjoy your stories, B. You transport me to wherever you take us. :-)

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  7. Just when I thought your stories could not get any better...

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  8. You really have a gift for telling a story.

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  9. What fun that you found the old motorcycle in the dirt! Your memory is amazing!

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  10. How wonderful! You are so adept at taking us there with you that I feel elated you have this piece of land!

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  11. B,

    What a beautiful story of babysitting and family. Then to that old motorcycle, omg that just made the story.

    Your Hero is a sweetheart to have purchased a piece of your old homestead, the place where you grew up. Can't wait to hear about all your findings and the stories behind them.

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  12. jealousy rears its ugly head over here.You HAVE A BACK HOE. AND a KNOWN artifact site. Not only that, but someone else gets to move dirt while you get to play in it...oh I hope to be you someday!!!!!! (emphasis with exclamation points!!!!!!) !


    hmmm. now I gotta go find a certain red beret for a certain girlfriend of mine...

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  13. Wow, you are one lucky, lucky gal! The end of this story brought me close to tears!

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  14. This was so beautiful. Brought back some childhood memories of my own. GoGo boots have nothing on your Pink Cadillac Boots!

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  15. What a wonderful post - full of memory and understanding . . and . . your Hero??? Sounds to me like you are Blessed.

    -g-

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  16. You are a lucky girl, Miss Buttons, and you deserve it. I'm glad your day was filled with sweet memories and huge smiles :)

    Hugs! Mandi

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  17. I'm so excited for you! What a wonderful gift - and even better is having a Hero who would think to give you such a gift! Enjoy!

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  18. What an awesome story B! How neat to find that motorcycle and have the memories flow.

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  19. Someday we would all like to meet your Hero. What a very special man.

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  20. What a wonderful gift! I'm with Lori...we really need to meet your Hero some day...and you too, of course! :)

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  21. Beautiful story....really enjoyed! I think that took most of us back when we were younger....thanks! Blessings~~~Roxie

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  22. I had a pair of Go Go Boots, they were really uncomfortable!

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  23. Oh that is lovely. Such great memories...hugs M xox

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  24. You have an amazing ability to take us on these trips down memory lane with you :)

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  25. Another great anecdote with a happy ending. Good luck with your new venture.

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  26. What a great memory.

    My boys fight over motorcycles too ;-)

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  27. That is wonderful!
    What a great gift! :)

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  28. Lovely story, Buttons. That man of yours is one very special guy!

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  29. Oh, dearest B, you are a gal after my own heart. I completely understand about those 30 feet-and I love you for that:) xoxoxo

    And I wanted white go go boots too! (I was in the 3rd grade and my dad said a most definite NO!) ;)

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  30. WoW....what a kind soul your hero is!!

    i just love how much you cherish the past...how you remember these stories, with so much detail!!

    i like the pink cadilac boots better then go-go boots!!

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  31. That's an awesome story right there. Bravo !!!

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  32. I wonder what other treasures you will find -- bless your Hero for being so thoughtful.

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  33. I wonder if we had one like it, when we were kids, 'cause it sure looks familiar...

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  34. what an amazing hero you have! and such wonderful memories.
    i do love today's quote too. so very true...
    *hugs*

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  35. What a gift from the universe. You are holding your past in the palm of your hand.

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  36. What an amazingly touching story and gift.

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