I've been inspired.
The other day I was talking to Dave. I told him I was considering a name change; Cindersteens. It had a nice ring to it, and described at least, the menial portion of my current career.
He laughed out loud and said it would never work... that I have never been, nor ever will be a Cindersteens.
This peaked my curiosity. I asked him why he felt so strongly about this particular moniker.
So recalled the following story for me, of which I have only a vague recollection, yet no doubts regarding its integrity:
One summer day, Dave and I attacked a watermelon. True to our unique style of attack (think Tyrannosaurus Rex), there was nothing in the kitchen left untouched by watermelon, except perhaps the insides of the kitchen cupboards. Our dear sweet Mom, (who will be remembered in Heaven simply for raising us) came roaring into the kitchen and asked us in her nicest T-Rex voice to clean it up. Apparently, I refused and scampered off to the living room (a behavior my two children have efficiently rid me of), while Cinderdave was left to clean up the mess.
After laughing my head off, and then recalling several episodes of one-sided hilarity (30-seconds-of-truth for those of you who ever witnessed the game) I said goodnight and went to bed.
At three in the morning, it hit me. Lets put the blogging world to good use.
I have a library full of stories that have only been lived, and not yet told: and I'm only one of nine.
So- here it is.
The first family blog: Dedicated to the telling of our childhood.
bLoG aWaY!
BlOg To yOuR hEaRtS cOnTeNt!
...and for my sake, post at least one post, so that I can read it and laugh my head off.
...or cry my eyes out
...or fall to sleep.
I love and miss you all tremendously!
love,
Cindersteens
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Our first trip to Assateague Island was memorable. Christine was a baby and Bill was two and Jon was four. When Bill got to the top of the dunes he squealed with delight. We camped and had a great time. We got hungry and went to Ocean City to see if we could find anything to eat. We hunted and hunted, only to find an overpriced skinny awful pizza at Bombarino's. We did not have much money so that was the only thing we could get. We will never forget that pizza was a bomb at Bombarino's.
We had many other wonderful memories of Assateague and wild ponies and mosquitos.
Trying to get everybody to go to sleep was a challenge. On Sandalwood boulevard Christine, David, Catherine, Jennifer and Michelle all slept in the same room. Jon and Bill were in the other bedroom. After brushing teeth and prayers and drinks of water and back rubs and stories and songs, when Dad and I would finally climb into bed, there was the beautiful music of Good night Mom! Good Night Dad! Several times over.
We always enjoyed Ring around the Rosie in Family Home Evening. Especially Brodie. Brodie often would try to get Bill.
Brodie protected Jennifer and Michelle from the basement stairs. He would keep them in line by nipping at their hands. He did it so much that the girls walked around with their hands held high above their heads.
For several years, all the children int he neighborhood would come to our house after trick or treating, to listen to spooky stories. Janice Youbagy, a neighbor down the street, arranged with Mom to scare the children by tapping on the window and she was all dressed up like a witch. So, in the middle of The Box scary story, Janice showed up in front of the sliding glass door. Everybody jumped and screamed. The boys all ran in every direction and some of the girls cried were all scared too. Mom laughs, it was so much fun.
We did not have a creek in the back yard in Columbus, but we might as well have. We had a terrific sand box and tree swings (right Michelle?) The hose was running in the sand box most of the time. We called it ocean side property. We took the faucet key off the faucet and hid it in the kitchen. David quickly got the pliers and remedied that.
Catherine and David made the coolest C130 pontoons out of hangar wire and styrofoam.
And that room had a window hatch to climb out on the roof. There were so many excursions on the roof that the roof leaked.
When Christine was just six months old, in the dead of winter, Jon, Bill and Christine were the best of buddies. When Jon and Bill wanted to play out in the snow, they had to take Christine along. So Mom bundled her up and put her on the sled, and the boys pulled her up and down the sidewalk in front of the house. She never cried, she loved it. She loved playing with the boys.
On a snow day off of school in Woodbury we had deep places on the side of the driveway where we dug a tunnel in the snow. In Woodbury in the winter it got so cold that your pants would freeze to your legs. Mom would go out and regularly get stuck in the snow.
We went camping in Minnesota and a bolt of lightning struck the trees right over our tent. Dad heard the boom and stretched himself over the family to protect them from the tree branch, should it fall. It never did. In the morning, you could see the broken trunk leaning down, captured by the branches above.
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