The paper the Little Murdo Girl handed in today surprised me. Her plan was to write something interesting about her Grandpa Sanderson. Now she tells me, she will be handing that paper in tomorrow. Do any of you know this brother of hers? I can’t say for sure, but she either misses him, or he’s ignoring her story. Anyway, there are few things more dangerous than a scorned little sister. You might want to put a bug in his ear, although she once told me if she complains, he says she is using passion aggression.
I’m ready for school to start. I can’t wait til I’ve folded my last towel, and carried my last bag of ice, (for this summer anyway). I haven’t been this bored since Stephanie and I made crosses out of popsicle sticks and had funerals for dead bugs. When we ran out of dead bugs, we killed some. We did leave the worms alone.You have to draw the line somewhere.
I think I should tell some Billy stories.
Mom took Billy to a cornfield, because she needed some help harvesting field corn. She told him they could pick all they wanted. It sounded good to Billy, because we all really like corn on the cob. We make a whole meal out of it sometimes. We just have bread and butter and corn for supper.
Anyway, all of a sudden Mom yelled, “HIT THE GROUND!” Mom did. She was flat out on the ground, so Billy did what she said. The poor kid didn’t know if an airplane was about to drop a bomb on them or what. It turns out, Mom didn’t have permission to help herself to the corn. When she saw a car slowing down on the highway, she got nervous.
I don’t think it’s my place to write about whose cornfield they were in, but I think the guy’s wife teaches Sunday School. I think they had another Mom with them, who was the driver, but I don’t have a name.
Mom probably didn’t know that her brother, Wayne would soon be growing corn right in the vicinity. It would have been very embarrassing if word got around too. “Watch out for Loretta, she loves corn, and she’ll even make her own kid help her steal it!”
Our whole family hates to be late for anything, so Mom was very understanding when unforeseen circumstances were going to cause Billy to be late for school. He was so upset, she told him he didn’t have to go that day. That was a good decision, but here is where she made a mistake. She let him go fishing. Well, as luck would have it, he got caught. I don’t know who saw him. I don’t recall all the details, but I’ve heard the start of the story many times.
Until now, I’ve kept my mouth shut about this next bit of information. I waited too long, and after Billy graduated, it lost all it’s power.
Mom and I went over to Marge Sorenson’s garage where Billy’s class was building a float for homecoming. Mrs. Sorenson motioned to Mom to follow her into the house. I went too. Anyway, Mrs. Sorenson told Mom she was becoming concerned about Billy’s philosophy regarding his assignments. I could tell Mom didn’t have a clue as to what Mrs. Sorenson was talking about. She stayed silent. Mrs Sorenson went on to say that Billy allots a certain amount of time to complete his assignments, and if he’s not finished when the time is up…he doesn’t finish it.
If you ask me, that’s the kind of explanation that only sounds good if you say it real fast. I don’t know if Mom or Dad had a talk with Billy about it or not. If they did, I didn’t hear anything. Anyway, he graduated, and went to college. That’s where he is now.
Let’s see. I already told you about Dad telling the basketball coach, Mr. Pierson, that he was trying to knock the Sanderson out of Billy, and how he never did let me win when we raced to school. I have a few other memories that I’ve written down so I won’t forget them. I know this paper is short,butIamalloutoftime!
It’s never smart to use all the arrows in your quiver.