Since my last surgery on Feb. 12, my life has been a rough series of more ups and downs than a rollercoaster. I'm used to bouncing right back and getting on with my life, but that was not the case this time. I've spent so much time under the weather, that Mother Nature was making funeral plans for me!
One morning I awoke to find my bangs sticking into my left eye. I brushed them aside and they came right back, so I ran my hand up farther and found my hair stuck to a throat lozenge that I'd fallen asleep with. It brought back memories of waking up with my hair stuck on chewing gum and my mother having to cut it out for me.
When my beloved neighbor, Ann, came over, I just had to tell her about my experience. We both laughed over it and reminisced over the gum in the hair from our youth. Almost at once we started singing the same song about chewing gum, which was still around when we were kids.
"Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight? If your mother says don't chew it do you swallow it in spite?"
This brought about another round of laughter and a great feeling of being younger. It also started me on a "remember when" trip after she left.
I fondly remembered holding a skein of yarn apart in my little hands so that my Mom or my Grandmother could make it into a ball for future use. There was a little trick to it and that was me moving my hands a short distance back and forth to help them in making the ball
Another thing that popped into my mind that I did on a rainy day or just a stay in the house day, was going through my mother or grandmother's button tins. The tins were from old candy or perhaps fruit cakes purchases that were saved to store odd buttons in. The most abundant buttons were the old white shirt ones and I would place them all in a row on the floor and then go after the others.
I loved the big bright-colored ones and the ones with decorations on them. They were real special and usually there would be only one of them in the tin. Those were placed with loving care in order of size and color next to the white shirt buttons. Next came the suit, dress and blouse buttons and there would be at least six of them that were alike to add to my display.
Once I was done with the buttons, I'd return them to the tin and go on to my next project. That would consist in playing with my paper dolls and dressing them in the different outfits that I had cut out for them. Each outfit had little paper tabs on the top and sides so that you could fold them over the paper doll so it looked like she was wearing that outfit. You had to be careful when you cut out her clothes from the books for one mistake with the scissors would ruin whatever you were working on.
The paper dolls seemed to be made out of heavier paper as they got more action than the outfits. Some of the first paper dolls were made out of wood and thus could last forever with care. All of mine got lost over the years, but I can still remember them.
A native of Minnesota, Carol Olson grew up in South Dakota and Walnut Creek and now lives in Pittsburg. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.