Thursday, April 17, 2008

Back down Memory Lane



I remember when I was a little girl, old enough to know better, but not smart enough to do anything about it. I was spending the night at Mamaw and Papaw's house, it was one of my favorite things to do.

Scene: I don't know where Papaw was this particular evening but Mamaw was on the phone and I was taking a bath. While in the bathtub I found her razor and decided that I wanted to use it. So I did, and yes, you know what happened! I cut my leg good!!! I cried (probably screamed) and Mamaw had to get off the phone and settle me down, clean me up, and dry me off. She took care of me, loved me and decided that I had learned a big enough lesson about razors that I didn't get in to much trouble.

Fast forward 30-33 years
Scene: I am sitting on the couch trying to be still so my back doesn't hurt so bad and I hear Anna ( in the bathtub) talking to David (who had gone in to see her).
Anna: Go get mom please.
David: What? this was all very calm
Anna: Go get mom please.
I go into the bathroom and sure enough Anna's finger is bleeding. She had gotten a hold of my razor and sliced a small portion of skin off of her finger. I have been dreading this day since I had Samuel 10 1/2 years ago, and it finally happened. I did just as I had been shown all those many years ago, (I didn't have to settle her down, she was pretty calm), cleaned her up, dried her off, took care of her, loved her and decided that she had learned a big enough lesson about razors that she didn't get in to much trouble. Thanks Mamaw for a great lesson.

This is another razor story that I just remembered and thought I would share with you. When I was in high school and in between boyfriends. I guy friend called and asked if I wanted to go fly kites in the park. I didn't have anything better to do, so I said yes. I remember it was spring, I didn't yet have a tan(there were no tanning beds at the time) but needed to wear shorts, so I shaved my legs. And boy did I do a bang up job! I cut my right leg all the way down the bone. It bled, and it hurt! I can still remember the pain. We had no band-aids(we weren't a band-aid kind of family) so I went next door to Mr. Macho's house. (This man would lay out in his backyard in a speedo, he was like 50-gross) He said he could fix me up, so he got something out of the medicine cabinet(I wasn't paying attention to him as I was trying not to bleed on his floor). He told me to give him my leg, so I did. And do you know what he put on my leg?
SEA BREEZE!!!
Can you imagine?
OH MY WORD!!!
It hurt so bad!
Well, I got over the pain, and went kite flying and probably grabbed a burger at the country club with my friend. I got over the pain, but I didn't forget it.
There is a lesson in that, but I can't share it with you, you'll have to figure it out on your own.

I have to get ready to go to the doctor or my mother and sister are going to come and beat me up!!HA!

Julie

4 comments:

Sisters said...

I know you did not speak of Mr. Macho on our blog! He SO had it bad for you, sister! So did that kite flying friend. You were a hottie, I tell ya!
And you are so right, we were not a bandaid kind of people...strange, isn't it?!
Give Sis kisses on her finger for me.
AJL

Anonymous said...

I can't believe you went to Mr. Macho's house!!! maybe you thought you would see Judy instead. Poor little Anna. she has had share of hurts hasn't she. she will be one tough little lady some day.
mama

Anonymous said...

Darling Julia,
I am still sorry about the razor. You were so sweet and my darling first grandchild. I always put the razor on the highest soapdish since then. You get to the doctor with your back! love you so much, mamaw

Anonymous said...

Okay, this made me laugh, mainly b/c of Mr. Macho. I remember that man and he was always a little creepy :)

Melissa