For some reason my mind was recalling childhood stories this evening and I thought I’d share a few with you.
1) By 1992, some of the family had strayed from our upbringing and were watching movies and television with friends. This was the year the movie “Wayne’s World” was released and for some reason it was a big hit for my oldest brother. He would walk around the house saying, “Party on, Wayne.”
After this went on for awhile my mom finally said, “I just don’t get it! Why would someone party ON Wayne?!”
Even after repeated attempts at explanation mom was still struggling with the idea of someone partying ON Wayne. Finally my brother changed the words to, “Continue to party, Wayne.” She got it then.
I’ve still never seen that movie.
2) In the lifestyle in which we were raised, it was not unusual for a van load of relatives and/or friends to show up from out of state and stay with a host family. The host family would then drive their guests around for visits with others within the church.
Even though we all wore the “plain dress,” we could often tell at a glance if someone was not from our area.
One day myself, my two little sisters, and several neighbor kids, decided to dress up as “Canadian visitors,” and go for a visit. I don’t remember much what the other’s did, but I put powder in my hair to whiten it, pulled it straight back into a bun, and put on my mom’s head covering and bonnet. I also dug out her plainest dress and shoes. I was probably about 12 so to fill out her caped dress, I stuffed tea towels in the top.
We hitched up the horse and buggy and decided to drive the five miles or so to someone we knew well. I was driving.
The buggy looked a lot like this one, but had four doors instead of two. The horse was even close the the same color.
As we drove past the house of someone we barely knew, one of the kids tugged unexpectedly on the horses rein and he turned into their driveway.
Simple, I thought, we can just turn around and drive right back out. What I didn’t anticipate was a dog barking ferociously that would spook the horse.
I handed the reins to one of the boys and jumped out to manually turn the horse around, but the dog was awfully suspicious of me, too. Maybe he smelled the baby powder in my hair.
The dog started after me so I began circling the buggy to jump back in. The kids in the buggy were scared and had closed the door so I was out of luck. Meanwhile, the matron of the household was standing at the door with a puzzled and somewhat horrified look on her face as the tea towels started falling out of the bosom of my dress. I was never so thankful for a disguise in my life.
Eventually we got the horse turned back around and I landed safely back in the buggy, along with the tea towels that had tried to escape. We did go on to visit our friends and were so well disguised that we had them fooled until they saw us close up and heard us talk.
I don’t have pictures because we didn’t have cameras. What I wouldn’t give to have that scene caught on a cell phone video.
For all that was hard in our lives, we sure did know how to have a great time!