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| 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!
That's the kind of 'running away' I like...."be sure to call me for dinner, 'kay?"
ReplyDeleteThey ran away like this every now and then, just within ear shot.
DeleteI have a feeling that when you wrote this you had a smile on your face and some tears in your eyes.
ReplyDeleteI did! This photo brought back some good memories.
DeleteAren'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.
ReplyDeleteYour post is a dear memory and picture to go with.
Memory can be a wonderful thing, esp. with a photo.
DeleteCute! Running away for just a few hours. And not out of earshot of mom.
ReplyDeleteMom had sharp hearing too.
Deletehaha everything you need for a few hours of running away to the barn
ReplyDeleteEverything! I wonder what was the most important at that time.
DeleteFar far way reminds me of Shrek :) Nice choice of word.
ReplyDeleteShrek! Good catch! I didn't think of that at all.
DeleteWhat a wonderful picture. I have some black and white photos of my dad on his grandparent's farm as a child.
ReplyDeleteThose photos are a line to the past. Hope you have labeled them!
DeleteThat is a wonderful, wonderful story! So precious. And that you have a picture to go with it...
ReplyDeleteThis photo is precious, as those two children were. That time I remember so well.
DeleteKeeping 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.
DeleteLove those old black and white family photos. I have some of me and my siblings way back when.
ReplyDeleteI hope you document them, so they will have meaning to your own children.
DeleteYou 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.'
ReplyDeleteLove your memory, and the love it exemplifies.
Oh, did that stubborn boy run away?! Great memory.
DeleteAwww this made me remember my brother and me!!
ReplyDeleteDid you two escape?!
DeleteAwwww... what a sweet story!
ReplyDeleteThat was a sweet time of life.
DeleteVery practical runaways. Lovely little story.
ReplyDeleteThey loved the barn; all my siblings loved the barn!
DeleteToo 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 :)
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It seems to be a rite of childhood...
DeleteSo very real, remember that situation.
ReplyDeleteEven as I wrote, I could feel every thing about those days, with a smile.
DeleteThat is so cute and sweet
ReplyDeleteThanks! Glad Mom had her camera ready.
DeleteBet they had some tales of their "adventures".
ReplyDeleteMy sister has told me some of them. Mom would have been horrified if she knew them.
DeleteA very, very sweet memory, Susan. :-)
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DeleteThanks for sharing It was lovely.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to meet you!
DeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteJulie
That is one name from the past!!
DeleteHey Susan,
ReplyDeleteI loved this story. Cute and heart warming. I shall now head to the barn, way over yonder.....
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Gary! So good to see your name!!
DeleteSuch a sweet memory. I was around 7 years old that year! Your story made me smile today
ReplyDeleteI was 8 then. I am glad this brought around those memories.
DeleteThanks for commenting on my post!
I remember running away once. I got two houses away and decided that was far enough. Cute picture.
ReplyDeleteScribbles From Jenn - Visiting from the A to Z Challenge
Two blocks is a long way, especially the last few steps!
DeleteThanks for commenting on my blog!
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.
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I bet you giggle and sigh.
DeleteThanks for commenting on my blog.
Panties, pickles and dolly. Everything they need.
ReplyDeleteI love small children.
Their brains think differently in the most delightful way.
DeleteI 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. ;)
ReplyDeleteEven then you were be watched over.
DeleteSurfed in here from the A-to-Z list. What a delightful story to stumble upon! So precious...and the photo is priceless!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment!
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