I once lost my temper in the kitchen ( :) ) and threw a vinyl covered metal kitchen chair at Lori on a day when Mom and Dad were out, probably a Saturday afternoon. I want to say I was pretty young but I was big enough to pick up the thing and throw it. I am pretty sure it missed her (true Lori?) but I got a direct hit on the large kitchen window which she had been standing in front of before she ducked. Probably a 4x6 frame. I remember everything getting quiet right after it went through the window (or have I legendized it?) and the glass stopped shattering on the concrete below. Later when parents got home and surveyed the damage I wish Dad had said, "I bet you felt like I did the first time I threw a kitchen chair at my sister and it sailed threw the kitchen window." I can't recall now what he did say when he and Mom got home but I don't think it was that.
Gillan
I remember dad's suit jackets often having change in the inside little pocket as they hung in the closet in Mom and Dad's bedroom. I pilfered quarters and smaller coinage more than a few times from there.
Gillan
So the gold vinyl stool through the kitchen window has to be in my top 10 most shameful moments. Mac, you didn't say why you through the stool. It was my fault. I don't remember why but that day I was out to get you. As I recall it I was mad about something and was doing all that I could to "push" your buttons. And the final straw was when I called your friend Kenny Chee a rude racial name. That is on my list of "will you forgive me for". I have no excuse. I even remember feeling the control I was gaining over you as I said what I did. In my memory we both ended up having to pay for the window. I am so sorry.They say confession is good for the soul. I hope so.
Lori
I remember one year it was Dad's birthday and mom, Lori, Marji and I walked up to the drugstore (on 10th Avenue and Centre Street, was this McLelland Drugs?) for something. Must have been during a chinook because I don't recall being cold and this was late January. Marji and I took some of those Icy Cups chocolates in the different colored foil and she put hers back but didn't tell me. I ate mine. I think I was about 5 years old. When we left the store Lori offered me a piece of red licorice that she bought. When I turned to take a piece, she asked me what was on my mouth. It was the chocolate that I had stolen and I had obviously been very messy eating it. Mom marched me back into the drugstore to pay "Mary" for the candy. I felt so bad!!! (and Mary worked at that drugstore well into my high school days- always felt a little shame every time I saw her after that). I remember when we got home I had to stay on my bed and wasn't allowed to have dessert for dad's birthday. Apple pie!! Funny thing is, to this day, I don't like apple pie, OR red licorice. BUT I still love the Icy Cups or Icy Squares chocolate!
ReplyDeleteI am a little surprised at what is coming to light.Where was I when all these things were going on. Perhaps we should apply the statutes of limitations or change the names of the innocent. If indeed there are any innocent. I am sorry that I missed out on the pastry truck.
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