Tuesday, April 7, 2015

F is for Far, Far away


You are in the right place.
My sister Mary and brother Bill, about summer 1959 on our farm.
“Mama!  Me an’ Mary are runnin’ away!”  Billy exclaimed, holding up Daddy’s lunch pail.  “See, and we gots everything we’re gonna need!”

Mama peered into the pail.  Some little panties, two pair of Billy’s socks, a jar of pickles, and little Dolly.

“Well, Billy, where are you and Mary going?”

“We’re goin’ far, far away!” Billy closed the lunch pail.

“Far ‘way, Mama!” Mary echoed.  “I gots Dolly with me, so’s I sleep good.”  She nodded seriously.

“Where abouts is far far away, Billy?”  

“Way over there, Mama!”  He pointed to the barn.

“Over there!”  Mary repeated.

She gave them each a kiss, and they set on their way. 

As she walked back to the house, Mama heard Billy call over his shoulder. “Be sure to call us for dinner, ‘kay?”

Those memories are so precious to me.  Hang onto your own!


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  1. That's the kind of 'running away' I like...."be sure to call me for dinner, 'kay?"

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    1. They ran away like this every now and then, just within ear shot.

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  2. I have a feeling that when you wrote this you had a smile on your face and some tears in your eyes.

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    1. I did! This photo brought back some good memories.

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  3. Aren't you two the cuties with your packed lunch box all ready to run away. I think we all did that. They used to tell me the same kind of story about when I was running away but I don't remember it. Guess I was too young.

    Your post is a dear memory and picture to go with.

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    1. Memory can be a wonderful thing, esp. with a photo.

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  4. Cute! Running away for just a few hours. And not out of earshot of mom.

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  5. haha everything you need for a few hours of running away to the barn

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    1. Everything! I wonder what was the most important at that time.

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  6. Far far way reminds me of Shrek :) Nice choice of word.

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    1. Shrek! Good catch! I didn't think of that at all.

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  7. What a wonderful picture. I have some black and white photos of my dad on his grandparent's farm as a child.

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    1. Those photos are a line to the past. Hope you have labeled them!

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  8. That is a wonderful, wonderful story! So precious. And that you have a picture to go with it...

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    1. This photo is precious, as those two children were. That time I remember so well.

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    2. Keeping a real photo and then digitalizing it, identifying it, and then looking at it--means so much to me, than burying it in a box.

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  9. Love those old black and white family photos. I have some of me and my siblings way back when.

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    1. I hope you document them, so they will have meaning to your own children.

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  10. You triggered a family memory here. One day my youngest brother was asked to peel the potatoes for dinner. He had more important things to do and announced that he was going to run away to the Cotter (a local camping site) and would survive by 'stealing food from the campers.'
    Love your memory, and the love it exemplifies.

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    1. Oh, did that stubborn boy run away?! Great memory.

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  11. Awww this made me remember my brother and me!!

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  12. Very practical runaways. Lovely little story.

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    1. They loved the barn; all my siblings loved the barn!

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  13. Too cute! Glad they thought ahead about dinner and being called for it. I think we all have done similar things in our growing up years and then our kids doing the same :)

    betty

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    1. It seems to be a rite of childhood...

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  14. So very real, remember that situation.

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    1. Even as I wrote, I could feel every thing about those days, with a smile.

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    1. Thanks! Glad Mom had her camera ready.

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  16. Bet they had some tales of their "adventures".

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    1. My sister has told me some of them. Mom would have been horrified if she knew them.

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  17. This is such a cute story, Susan! It reminded me of a Leave It To Beaver episode, with Mary as The Beaver, and your barn instead of the firehouse.

    Julie

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  18. Hey Susan,

    I loved this story. Cute and heart warming. I shall now head to the barn, way over yonder.....

    Gary

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  19. Such a sweet memory. I was around 7 years old that year! Your story made me smile today

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    1. I was 8 then. I am glad this brought around those memories.
      Thanks for commenting on my post!

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  20. I remember running away once. I got two houses away and decided that was far enough. Cute picture.

    Scribbles From Jenn - Visiting from the A to Z Challenge

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    1. Two blocks is a long way, especially the last few steps!

      Thanks for commenting on my blog!

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  21. The farthest I got to running away was writing that I was going to do it in my diary. I look at those pages every once in awhile.

    You can find me here:
    ClarabelleRant

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    1. I bet you giggle and sigh.

      Thanks for commenting on my blog.

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  22. Panties, pickles and dolly. Everything they need.
    I love small children.

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    1. Their brains think differently in the most delightful way.

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  23. I packed a suitcase and walked down the sidewalk once. I can still remember my grandma sneaking a peek out of the window to make sure I didn't go too far. ;)

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    1. Even then you were be watched over.

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  24. Surfed in here from the A-to-Z list. What a delightful story to stumble upon! So precious...and the photo is priceless!

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