Monday Memories

Monday Memories: Did I ever tell you About The Day Auntie Cut Her Hair? Auntie was little - maybe 3 years old. She had beautiful poker straight blond hair, a spectacular smile, and big blue eyes. She was as feisty then as she is now. She was ready for her big girl room. My parents made her the best little girl room ever - complete with antique bedside table, canopy bed, and an antique desk/curio piece. My mother made sure it would be perfect for the youngest of our clan. The bedspread was pink lace and it matched the canopy. The desk was stocked with all the things a budding lefty artist might need - crayons, paper, tape, and a small pair of lefty scissors. My sister was thrilled! She was so proud of her big girl status. My mother obviously had not thought the scissor thing through completely when she put those in there. The were the cutest little lefty scissors - they even had blue handles... Auntie was still supposedly taking naps. I think my mother just needed a break in the middle of the day. I was sent to play next door and Auntie and Mom would join us when Auntie woke up. I don't think I had been next door very long when I heard my mother's voice. She didn't sound quite herself... more like a very controlled but very angry woman... My mother doesn't fluster. My mother doesn't panic. My mother got angry, but never this angry... We all ran to see what was happening. We flew around the corner and stopped dead... There was Auntie, being held by the wrist. Her toes were touching the ground, but just barely. She looked afraid... She looked different... "What happened to her hair?" we all thought... My mother said something like, "Look at her!" through clenched teeth. Ruthie, the next door mom, gasped. Auntie was missing big chunks of hair. The bangs my mother worked so hard to grow out were now really really short... My mother said, "Get her away from me before I..." We grabbed her and ran. I could hear Ruthie in the kitchen getting my mother some coffee... I have always wondered if she spiked that cup of coffee for my mom... We surrounded Auntie. "What happened? What did you do?" "Umm I wasn't sleepy. I don't wanna take a nap so, I umm play beauty parlor." "Where's your hair?" "Umm... on da bed and da floor." "You are in big trouble" "Mommy said I hafta sit in the chair at the beauty parlor when they fix my hair. She said I can't move one bit. If I move, then I'm in big trouble." Auntie sitting still for more than 5 seconds... wow, that's a tough one. I think that punishment was probably the worst she could throw at my sister... My poor mother was more angry with herself than she was with my sister. She knew that she had been the one to put the scissors in Auntie's room... To this day, she always reminds me to keep all scissors in the kitchen... No scissors in bedrooms... Next week I'll tell you about the time that #1 Son got hold of the scissors... LadyBug Links to other Monday Memories (If you participate, leave your link in the comments and I'll post it below)

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