Another one of my first memories involved the combination of golf balls, blood and freezies. Let's set this story up in chapter headings, just to shake things up a bit.
Golf Beats Freezie:
My dad was practicing his swing in our Georgetown backyard, facing the woods. Not that anyone would confuse him for an environmentally-conscious man, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was either simply swinging, or using biodegradable balls. Anyway, as it were, my two-year-old self wandered up behind him, wanting to request a Freezie. As would become an unfortunate theme in my later life, I exercised poor timing and was caught mid-swing in the face.
Blood Beats Golf:
This is actually where my memory kicks in. My dad burst into the kitchen, holding me in his arms. My mom ran over yelling "Cope, what happened?!" and held a blue jay cloth to my mouth. When she pulled it away it was saturated with blood. If I wasn't crying before then, I was wailing now!
Freezie Beats Blood:
We went to the hospital to get my face mended. I have no recollection of the actual stitching process, but I remember being told afterward that I was very brave. Then the doctor came back with the biggest Freezie I had yet to see in my young life.
I don't know if the scar on my lip or forehead was from this experience, but I know whichever it was, it was totally worth it.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
The Georgetown Snake
This is one of those family memories that has continuously been brought up over the years. I myself have very limited memory of it, but I think it's worth writing down.
When we lived in Georgetown, our house backed up onto a small forest. My dad often hit golf balls into the woods (more on that another time) and would sometimes accidentally mow over a snake when cutting the lawn. We had no back fence so our yard was often subject to woodland visitors.
One day Trevor was out back playing in the sprinkler with a friend when he stepped on a snake with his bare foot.
He started to scream. While my mom rushed outside with me in tow (I was about 2 at the time), Trevor ran into the safety of the house, slamming and locking the door behind him.
Being the early 80's, no one had cell phones and neighbour's were friends, so my mom went next door to call my dad to come home and let us inside. While we waited, we tried to find the offending snake.
We found him in the neighbors bushes. Or rather, my mom and the neighbour found him. Even though they tried to point him out to me, I just couldn't see it. This is the only memory I actually have of this incident...crouching on the cement patio square, staring into the bushes and feeling very angry that I couldn't see the snake.
When my dad got home, he had two upset out kids...one because he saw a snake, and one because she didn't.
When we lived in Georgetown, our house backed up onto a small forest. My dad often hit golf balls into the woods (more on that another time) and would sometimes accidentally mow over a snake when cutting the lawn. We had no back fence so our yard was often subject to woodland visitors.
One day Trevor was out back playing in the sprinkler with a friend when he stepped on a snake with his bare foot.
He started to scream. While my mom rushed outside with me in tow (I was about 2 at the time), Trevor ran into the safety of the house, slamming and locking the door behind him.
Being the early 80's, no one had cell phones and neighbour's were friends, so my mom went next door to call my dad to come home and let us inside. While we waited, we tried to find the offending snake.
We found him in the neighbors bushes. Or rather, my mom and the neighbour found him. Even though they tried to point him out to me, I just couldn't see it. This is the only memory I actually have of this incident...crouching on the cement patio square, staring into the bushes and feeling very angry that I couldn't see the snake.
When my dad got home, he had two upset out kids...one because he saw a snake, and one because she didn't.
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