“The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.”

The morning is chilly and cloudy so I was surprised to hear more drips from the roof. Given how cold it was last night, I checked the steps for any ice before I went to get the papers. They were dry. I was safe.

I love Twizzlers, cherry Twizzlers. When last I did Peapod, I ordered a big package of them and put them in the cabinet. A few days later, I had a sudden need for Twizzlers.  I went to the cabinet to get the package and was shocked by what I found. All the tops of the sticks of licorice were missing. There were gnaw marks. At least one mouse had returned. The old-fashion mouse trap had been on the floor with a glob of peanut butter inside for weeks, even months. On Wednesday morning I happen to look down. A mouse was in the trap. I don’t think he was there long, not enough mouse poop around the trap. Because the car was buried, I had to let the mouse go by the front door. It jumped into the deep snow and disappeared, fate unknown.

When I was around eleven, my family vacationed on an island in Maine. The house was isolated, at the end of a tire rutted road with grass between the ruts. I have a whole bunch of memories from that vacation. My father bought lobsters for him and my mother. The lobsters were alive. My father put them on the kitchen floor, and when they moved, my dog Duke kept barking at them. We stood around watching the dog and the lobsters and laughing. I figure the lobsters went in the pot, but I don’t remember that.

There was a sunroom off the kitchen. I remember a rocking chair and a bookcase. In that bookcase I found Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses. I sat, rocked and read that book cover to cover. I fell in love with poetry. I was amazed by Robert Louis Stevenson. He understood me as if he had been reading my mind.

The house got close, too many of us and too few private places. I took my book and went to read in the car. It was pouring so I ran. I stretched out on the back seat surrounded by the sound of the rain hitting the car. I read, and I fell asleep. I was there the whole afternoon until my father came to check on me.

My parent’s devised a treasure hunt. We followed the clues and ran from place to place. I remember a clue stuck inside a rotted tree lying on the ground. Our last clue led us to an old barn which was falling apart. A side of it was hanging. It was a great old barn, one perfect for later exploration. Our treasures sat right by the front opening. There they were, easy to find Hershey bars, the traditional ones. We were thrilled.

These memories sit in my memory drawer as clear as if they are new. I can close my eyes and see the house, the rocking chair and those Hershey bars.

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4 Comments on ““The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Oh those childhood holidays. More likely than not, the car would be packed up and we would head to Bognor Regis to spend a week with our Grandparents. Jack and Dorothy were everything that you would hope from a Grandpa and a Grandma. He was kind, gentle and generous and she would take us on adventures to the carnival or the pier or heck even to see The Beatles in Help.

    We were young, but my sister and I would get up early each morning and walk to the news agents to pickup a comic and there were so many – Tiger and Hotspur and Victor and Beano and Dandy and, heck they had Summer double editions. Maybe we would go to the pier and enter the talent contest – yup I won just once for singing a magnificently boyish version of Josh MacRae’s “Messing about on the River”

    Supposedly King George V kicked off with his last words being “Bugger Bognor” – It wasn’t much, but we loved it, and we loved them.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      One set, my mother’s parents, were wonderful. We went to visit them on Sundays and some holidays. We never went on adventures with them. They were city bound with no car. Usually their house was full with my aunts, uncles and cousins. We entertained ourselves.

      Those are wonderful memories. There were so many things for you to do. I would have loved to bear witness to that singing of yours which was worthy to win.

      I looked up the why of Bugger Bognor. It was a disappointment.

  2. olof1 Says:

    Sunny, cold and windy over here but the sun heated up the snow enough to melt away some of it. Not much but I could see water beside the snow.

    We have Twizzlers here too but I’ve never seen cherry flavored. Raspberry is what we can buy here. Long time since I ate any though but I do like them.

    I remember our glazed veranda in our summer cottage when I grew up. I liked to have my breakfast there and if we only had a cup of coffee or tea and a sandwich three people could sit out there 🙂 It was better when I went there alone so I could have that tine table for myself 🙂 The sun hit it early bin the morning so it could often be the only place in that cottage that was warm 🙂 since we only had a kerosene radiator and that was only turned on in the evening 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      The snow has melted in some places but is still high in shady spots.

      We also have raspberry but it isn’t my favorite. Twizzlers come in a variety of flavors here including chocolate, watermelon and black licorice.

      I liked being by myself in a quiet room. When I was a kid, I used to be in my room to read while the others watched TV.

      Have a great evening!

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