This is the season when memories swarm like bees and it is delightful to reminisce about the almost yearly visit to our house by the stork to bring us our new present. By the time Jo jo was on the scene we had gotten a little cynical and snyde about the storks' visitation. New Years day we spent at Grandma Monica's house. This was really unusual at that time, but after that became a New Years tradition.
Jojo was the love child and she was so evidently full of love that we just smothered her. We could touch her because we were older and there was no Ms. Newsome to tell us what to do. Ms. Bessie tried to teach us to participate in something other than trying to sneak to pick up the baby, but it was to no avail. We were bent on baby care and cleaning up behind ourselves was not something we were interested in learning. We were always trying to make some sort of show for the baby or pick up the baby.
Jo knocked me out one time. I do not remember what I did to deserve what she did. But we were at Grandma Ruth's house and she was running toward me. I thought that I was going to pick her up, as was the usual loving thing that we did with her, when we weren't pinching or biting her :{. I bent down and she had a running start from the top of grandma Ruth's steps. She ran and ran and I was thinking that I was going to pick her up and throw her in the air which was not unusual for us, when she punched me right in my chest, knocking the wind out of me right onto the ground. This is when we realized that Jo was no joke. She meant business, but she never says you hurt my feelings, she just gets you back. I am sure she's grown out of this, but she was the most precious gift that Christmas year.
I didn't tell you how Jo saved my life one time. I was at Grandma Monica's house having tea during the terrible season when Dad was always on the warpath with me. When a phonecall came, Who ate Dad's chocolate Kiss? Everyone knew who ate Dad's chocolate kiss, nobody else in the family had a chocolate addiction but me. I would have been beaten. I begged Jo to say she said she ate it. (He and everybody knew she didn't) Because everybody knew Dad never beat Jo like he would me. She saved my life and I will never forget it!
Then came AIM...
2 comments:
Glad you forgive me for knocking the wind out of you that day. I never did anything like that again I had just been wondering where all the violence came from It seemed to me that Bigger ones always took out their anger on younger ones so I decided to do to you what had relentlessly been done to me. I realized that day that it is just plain ugliness that makes us act that way and people are just people who can get hurt the same way I did when people did it to me. Great lesson bad way to get it ~ sorry!! ! Love to you.
Thank you Jo for being such a sweet baby to evoke such sweet memories. Even the remembrance of falling out at Grandma Ruth's house was sweet because that's what makes family tick.
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