So I was chatting with Nick this morning during our run around Harriet and the topic of blogging came up. Please share your photos, stories and thoughts.
What is Wheelertique?
I'm not sure of the exact years, but I recall vividly our entire first floor of 95 Wheeler being converted into a boutique. Tables where set up in such a way that if you sneezed, something was bound to fall or break. Naturally, kids were not allowed to be downstairs and I recall having to use our backstairs that went from mom and dad's bedroom to the kitchen. Seems an easy compromise to use the backstairs, however these stairs were never actually 'clear for use'. At any given moment, there would be bags of stuff that you'd have to climb over just to get to the bottom and after struggling with the doorknob at the bottom you'd finally spill out into the kitchen gasping for breath with both legs somehow still behind you.
Side note - I remember dad tying a string around my loose tooth and that same doorknob to bring the tooth-fairy a day or two sooner. I must have needed to buy something...
I remember going all over the neighborhood with dad nailing HUGE 8x4 plywood signs to every Elm tree we could find. They were painted white with black letters which read 'Wheelertique'. Under it was a wagon wheel and an arrow pointing in the direction of our house. I also recall running out of signs that pointed to the right, so we started using the signs that pointed left and hung them upside down.
As part of our evening meal tradition, mom would pretend to be a telephone and each of us would have to loathingly answer it. 'Brrrrrrring!......Christopher!......Brrrrrrrring. 'Oh....umm...hullo?' 'Is Donna there?' 'Huh?' (kidding!), 'Yes, just one moment please.' (Nick choking on steak was a common soundtrack to our evening meals).
To close out our evening meal traditions, we were lectured on how it is never okay to talk to strangers. We were also constantly told that if a stranger demanded we go with them because something terrible happened to one of our parents, were were instructed to ask this stranger for... 'the password'.
Seemed a fitting blog title.
2 comments:
This is so cool! I was instantly washed with memories and possibilities for MY writings. If it all stays here in cyberspace forever, I may give you all - all my writings. How exciting is that!
Nick, hurry, put all those pictures I lost back on for us.
I can't wait to see what develops....
LOVE the photo, placed that Garage wall immediately ! I remember swinging there and smelling my favorite flowers, lilacs. They grew over the slide and I could sit in my little flower fortress once a year (April I believe).
As per the back stairs, that stairway is in my dreams all of the time. And by the way, it was MY ROOM after it was a play room and before Mom and Dad decided to move in there. They used to be in Chris & Nick's room before it was divided...Anyone remember that ?
Had we come down the back stairs during the boutique, we would have come out into the check out / pay room right ? Or was that up front ?
And of course the REAL wooden wheel that was out in the front yard pointing the way in...
Remember the big wooden pink flamingos for the Grand Ole Days parade anyone ?
How do we upload photos ?
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