The plan here is to share (with whomever may be interested) some of the adventures and misadventures I lived through in this once quiet little valley. The intent is to finish someday and know it is done. In between I hope to have some laughs, make some friends and maybe reconnect with some old ones.
At this point there is no outline, format or plan for this beyond my next keystroke. These stories will be shared on a 'came to remember' basis. There will be an underlying bigger picture or theme. The process I (we) are about to endure is akin to taking puzzle pieces from the box one by one and throwing them on a card table.
So with that, I give you this. A cute little story, one of my earliest memories from the summer of '71 (I think).
An Early Memory
On a beautiful day, the summer before I was to begin school I was taken to the doctor. Little did I know at age four what was going on and likewise I remember little now too. It turned out I was diagnosed with the dreaded chickenpox, yuck!
I do not recall much of the itching or fever or any other discomforts associated with the virus. The one thing I do remember though is being very angry. I was so very angry that I could not go outside and play in the beautiful fresh air and sunshine. I was so angry in fact that I devised a plan.
I did in fact go outside for a few minutes to put my plan into action. There was an old bicycle tire pump out on the porch, just the tool I needed. I took the hose of that tire pump and laid it in the doorway of the entrance to the kitchen and closed the door on it. I stood outside and grabbed that pump with both hands and went to work..... up-down-hisssss, up-down-hisssss.
IF you didn't guess it, I was BLOWING UP THE HOUSE! Yep, if the house had blown up I could not be kept inside of it. LOL
That is all for today. An introduction and a brief comical look at me and my best thinking as a child.
Until next time.... PEACE, LOVE & HUGZ - not DRUGZ!
