That baby couldn't look more like her grandmother and I do wish I could pinch her sweet fat cheeks. I was telling the story of the .dynamic duo, before baby Jackie came from the stork to our house. First thing was the cuckoo clock and me. I remember the chain of the cuckoo clock and the little bird that used to come out on the hours at our house. We had shiney wood floors at 113 and me and my mommy and my daddy lived there before Ju.
I was so happy to have a baby sister, when she came home, I wanted to pick her up. I do remember pulling the chains on the cuckoo clock and I guess that I am the one who broke it, even though I didn't know that it was broken. It just stopped cuckooing, one day.
When baby Ju came, we became great friends. I remember playtimes, under the table and how huge dad's chair seemed to us. We sat, one on one side of the chair and one on the other side of the chair and swang the arm of the chair to each other. We played catch like that, many times. Until...it hit both of us in the teeth and we had a brown front tooth, the both of us, from that play session.
We stood on our heads at the landing of the steps and rolled down those steps many, many times. We really did think that we were grown children and they would shut the lights off downstairs to keep us from going downstairs when unsupervised. When mom was expecting baby Jackie, we decided to get some orange juice from the fridge, by ourselves. We didn't want to bother mommy for such a thing.
I remember opening the fridge and grabbing the juice bottle and hearing mommy's voice, screaming, I dropped the glass all over the kitchen floor. Poor mommy, fell down the steps and slid into the kitchen, like a baseball player. We were quite a pair. Talk about little rascals.I am sure that nobody had more of a wrestling with curiosity of children than our mom. If the chains of the cuckoo clock would have held us we would have played a type of jump and pull, with the chains. Jumping and bumping our heads on the clock and then the other going up when we fell to the floor on our bottom. We laid on the bottom steps with our feet on the wall and calculated, what mischief we would get into next. When we were outside, we slid down the brick steps as though the slide was high and tall. It is amazing to imagine how little we were.
I remember the tears in Uncle Paulies' eyes when we went to Georgia, for what seemed like such a long, long time. We felt like we would never see him again. Maybe it was a few days, maybe it was a week when we were gone. To us and our grown uncle Paulie, it seemed an eternity.
I do wish that somebody would send me a picture of Elijah's baby, because she is probably the picture of baby Jackie and it is like a puzzle in my mind that comes together when I see these replica's of my baby sister dollies. I loved them to pieces and still do.