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wren08We're having the first real rain of autumn now... yay!!
I found a book in the Weird Book Room at ABE books. It's called Paint It Black- A Guide to Gothic Homemaking. There is also a cookbook- Manifold Destiny: The One, The Only, Guide To Cooking On Your Car Engine. Fun stuff! (Like I didn't already have enough to read!)
A story came up at dinner-
WHen I was 10 and my brother was 8 we started to take the city bus halfway home to Mom's office. She told us to go to the corner down the hill from our school and take the first bus that went by- they all ran downtown where her office was. So that is what we did.
Unfortunately, Mom was wrong, there was one bus that did not go downtown and according to Murphy's inevitable law, that was the first one that ran past the first day we took the bus.
So, of course, the street corner we were supposed to get off on, never arrived. I kept looking for it and we kept riding until we came back to where we started from. Then I made my brother get off the bus with me and walk back up to the school and call my Mom (who was, by this time, totally panicked). She called my Dad who was half a city closer to come pick us up. My Dad, instead of coming himself, sent one of his coworkers.
Now, like all kids, my brother and I had been told and told again not to ride with strangers. So when this stranger showed up, I refused to get in the car and refused to let my brother get in either. I made him radio my Dad and then made Dad give me a description of him, tell me his name and made him show me his driver's license. (He was legit, after all) I heard him telling Dad that he'd never been so grilled by a 10 year old before.
So the 'old' woman got home that night.
Kind of odd to think, I was a year younger than Emily is now when that happened. I wish she had that much presence of mind in dealing with people and the world, I'd feel a whole lot better about her growing up.
I found a book in the Weird Book Room at ABE books. It's called Paint It Black- A Guide to Gothic Homemaking. There is also a cookbook- Manifold Destiny: The One, The Only, Guide To Cooking On Your Car Engine. Fun stuff! (Like I didn't already have enough to read!)
A story came up at dinner-
WHen I was 10 and my brother was 8 we started to take the city bus halfway home to Mom's office. She told us to go to the corner down the hill from our school and take the first bus that went by- they all ran downtown where her office was. So that is what we did.
Unfortunately, Mom was wrong, there was one bus that did not go downtown and according to Murphy's inevitable law, that was the first one that ran past the first day we took the bus.
So, of course, the street corner we were supposed to get off on, never arrived. I kept looking for it and we kept riding until we came back to where we started from. Then I made my brother get off the bus with me and walk back up to the school and call my Mom (who was, by this time, totally panicked). She called my Dad who was half a city closer to come pick us up. My Dad, instead of coming himself, sent one of his coworkers.
Now, like all kids, my brother and I had been told and told again not to ride with strangers. So when this stranger showed up, I refused to get in the car and refused to let my brother get in either. I made him radio my Dad and then made Dad give me a description of him, tell me his name and made him show me his driver's license. (He was legit, after all) I heard him telling Dad that he'd never been so grilled by a 10 year old before.
So the 'old' woman got home that night.
Kind of odd to think, I was a year younger than Emily is now when that happened. I wish she had that much presence of mind in dealing with people and the world, I'd feel a whole lot better about her growing up.
