I loved playing with Grannies dolls. Granny loved to make them. Granny was always making something. Quilts, dolls, clothing, breakfast, dinner & supper. Grannies cellar was full of jarred fruits, vegetables, & spaghetti sauce. All from the summer garden. Granny would drive up to the big brick house on the hill and help Mother. Jar up her harvest. Mothers garden wasn't near the size of Grannies but Mother didn't sell to the beach vacationers. However Mother did have five children to feed. Many nights Mother fed a lot more than five. All of us would invite our friends over for dinner. There were never to many mouths for Mother. This was Mothers joy. Cooking and feeding. Both Granny and Mother were great in the kitchen. Granny must have been a good teacher because Mothers food tasted better. Except for Hotcakes. No one made Hotcakes like Granny. Served with melted butter and King syrup. Sundays after church we would all meet up at Grannies for Brunch. The Fringe's and The Thomas's.
Always the same and always delicious. Hotcakes, toast, fried eggs, fried potatoes, bacon, ham & scrapple. Jams & Jellies brought up from the cellar. Granny always let me remove the paraffin from the top. I usually made a mess and Granny would always say "that's ok darlin Granny will clean it up".
When I got into high school Granny couldn't clean up my messes. But my twin could. By the time we reached high school Jerry was four inches taller and had an athletes body. I was a skinny runt. I never liked attending sporting events. They always took me back to that time when Father had forced me to play Little League Baseball. I was always placed in the center outfield I guess because not many little leaguers could hit the ball that far. One day one of them did. I still remember the roar of the crowd and that ball so far up in the air coming right at me. I lifted my glove up into the air and hoped that the ball would land in it. It didn't. That ball landed right in the middle of my forehead and knocked me to the ground. Flat on my back. And lying there I could still here the roar of the crowd. Laughter. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. And the last time Father forced me to play Little League. I think mainly because Father didn't want to be embarrassed again. Jerry on the other hand always made Father proud. Jerry went on to be the star baseball, football, and basketball player for our school. That's when I starting attending sporting events again. Everyone knew that if they made fun of me or called me any names that they would then have to deal with Jerry. And no one wanted to deal with Jerry. Ever. It was really fabulous having a twin. I was lucky. So there I was sitting in the bleachers watching a basketball game with my best friend Madonna. Tenth grade fifteen years old and loving this game. Not really the game but the guys playing. Without even thinking I said out loud "look at how much hair that guy has under his arms". Madonna burst into laughter and so did I. This time I wasn't embarrassed at all. And not one of the guys in hearing distance said a word. Why? Because none of them wanted to deal with Jerry.