The innocence of a child is amazing, isn’t it? I recall one day as I stayed with my precious Grandmother while my mama worked. It was another warm sunny day and I am and have always been an outdoor kinda gal. So, after my breakfast out the back door, I went, at 6 years old. The tulips were in full bloom and they are one of my very favorites to this day. The flowers, of course, were from the Eskews garden the beautiful one the gardener took care of for the elderly couple I told you about in one of my recent stories. Grandmother, oh, I could hear her voice, Debbie Ann, don’t go bothering the Eskews today, and stay out of those flowers ok? ok, I replied, and I had every intention of doing what she asked, I really did.
But, as I got out into her backyard Eskew’s beautiful fountain and flower garden with the birdhouses and feeders was an oasis a true place that called to me at 6 years old. So, I doodled across the small alley big enough for one car and I was there HEAVEN! That’s what it felt like with the soothing sounds of the water, and the aroma of flowers of all kinds blooming. The birds singing I mean who could resist? Not me I can tell you that much.
As I walked through the yard there was a tap on the picture window where Mrs. Eskew would sit most of the day in her wheelchair, reading, or looking at her beautiful flower garden, perhaps watching the birds I don’t know but that was her favorite spot. She waved so sweetly at me as if to say it’s yours all of it enjoy it too.
So, I did. I had not gotten started down the paver path when I heard Grandmother calling me, so off I ran back across the small alley and up the stairs, my little short legs ran as fast as they could. When I got in she said come wash up, let me comb your hair we are going with Mr. Noorwood to the grocery store. Remember in my first story, Mr. Norwood was my grandmother’s neighbor they shared a duplex two homes in one large home with separate entries. Since grandmother did not drive we went with him to many places. I do not recall the full day but, I remember us stopping for lunch at one of my favorite places. After eating my lunch I asked for dessert. I think my grandmother must have been short of money because she never said no often. That day it was a no, period. I acted out because I was a brat I guess in some way and an only child only granddaughter and used to getting the things I asked for which by the way was not much or often. Mr. Noorwood had grandsons and he was a quiet man but, he had a look that would scare the life right out of you, well it did me. haha!
My grandmother told me later when we got home that I acted ugly in front of Mr. Norwood and when I got up from my nap I would go over and tell him I was sorry about saying but I want the dessert when I was told no. As I lay there in bed I thought to my little self, hey, Mr. Norwood gave me that look, which was not bad I just did not understand his looks it seemed mean to me but looking back it was more of a, she said no and that’s ok. When I woke up grandmother told me that when we go with Mr. Norwood she likes to pay her way and help him with the gas so that was why I did not get my dessert, she wanted me to understand even at 6 when I went out with them, no was no, and there was always a good reason it was not just her refusing me. Southern people, we have to explain everything.
So, after waking up I was out the door once again across that alley to my favorite place at that time in the whole world, the Eskews. I looked towards the picture window but Mr. nor Mrs. Eskew was not there. I skipped around a little, took off my flip flops, and put my feet in the pond, the pond that once held huge koi fish that I loved to try to catch with my hands, on me. lol, that same pond Mr. Eskew turned into a clean water pond with the fountain in it for me to wade in as it gets hot in the South in the Summer months. We did not have air conditioning, but they did. He was so kind to me, truly kind in every way!
Well, after a few minutes, I thought I have to go tell Mr. Noorwood I am sorry I acted out when I didn’t get my way at lunch as grandmother told me to do. I thought, poor grandmother if she did not have to help buy gas we could get dessert. That is a 6-year-old logic in 1961. Now I know that you put gas in your car at a certain place but what I did not know was that gas was all that made them run. I thought hmmm I am going to pick some of these beautiful flowers and take them to Mr. Norwood when I tell him I was sorry I thought, that would be great, yes that is what I will do. I picked the ones I wanted and all my little hands could hold.
Off I went back across that small alley and as I started up the stairs I saw Mr. Norwoods car sitting in its spot. I recall thinking what if I put some of these flowers in Mr. Norwood’s gas tank, we could go more and she would not have to pay for gas. “What was I thinking?” I was just 6 and that is like a 3-year-old in today’s world if you think about it. I had seen where the gas went at the back of the car, they, of course, did not lock then, and half the time has no gas cap, wonder how the gas didn’t evaporate? lol Anyway, yes, I did, I did it. I crammed a handful of flowers in that gas tank as far as I could get them in his tank. Then I took him and the others with a sweet apology. Wonder what happened when I surprised Mr. Norwood with the rest of the flowers and told him about the ones I put in the tank of his car? Stay tuned, I’ll share it within a few days or so.
Debbie, your sense of style and decorating, would be an amazing channel on YouTube! I love all that you share on Facebook, I just cannot keep up with the algorithm. I am glad that you have heard of Little Poet and enjoy her channel too! 🙂
Thank you, Raven maybe one day I’ll have a YouTube Channel, who knows.
Oh what a story! So funny but I’m sure it wasn’t funny to your grandmother! I can’t wait for the rest of the story! 🌷💕
No, she was embarrassed I’m sure as Mr. Norwood had no grandchildren, and my grandmother had several. But, I was the only one she kept while my mother worked. So, Mr. Norwood was close to me, and I him. I’m sure he told my grandmother after it was all said and done no harm no foul… He was my buddy and always brought me a surprise when he went alone to the store, always! I was lucky to have so much love and widsom on my side then.
Debbie, your story is so precious! This reminds me of the happiness of those easy going days, growing up! Recently, I came across a channel on YouTube called : Little Poet and this lady, Susan is 68 and will talk of her childhood and memories, and I just love it! To share where we came from and our history that gave us our values in life, is absolutely timeless…. and precious! Thanks for sharing.
I love and watch her too. She is such a talented lady, I have often wished I was that talented to have a YouTube channel like hers. Her music background and photography alone is awesome. The calmness of her voice is relaxing within itself. Thanks for reading my little tidbit of life.
Oh my, that is such a sweet and hysterical story! How could they possibly be upset knowing the intentions of a sweet chikd trying to make amends?! 💕
Thank you, Carolyn, I was an only child until I was 7 and we thought I would be so I was maybe a little rotten, but still made to mind. I was strong-willed, and have tried hard to give that to the Lord and let His will be mine.
I remember this story, Debbie! 😂Such a sweet, young child just trying to be nice! Great story telling!❤️
Yes, the original had been lost and so I reshared it. Thank you, my friend.
I still love to read this story. I hope to see more of your stories in the near future. Love you ❤️
Thank you, the original was lost so I did a rewrite…
Looking forward to the rest of the story!! Love reading about your growing up happenings!! Loved my grandmothers and all their beautiful flowers!!
I truly hope to get to that soon, so much going on in my life yet again so rewriting this story brought me some peace in my heart. My original story was lost on here somehow, but now it is back.
I love your stories! You write like I imagine you talk! It’s like we’re sitting on the porch over a glass of iced tea!
Looking forward to spring flowers and more of your stories!
Mary Poulsen
Mary, me too. Have a wonderful day.
Love,
Debbie
I love the story … reminds me of my own childhood in Ms. looking forward to the rest of it
Simpler times for sure!
I signed in but did’t hit the arrow to be notified by email of new post! I guess that is why I haven’t gotten notifications.
Lola, could very well be why. 🙂
Oh my gracious!! I can’t wait to read the next chapter. This brought the biggest grin on my face when thinking about some of the things that I did. I love to read your memories and stories.
I hope you’re feeling much better.
Thank you, Elaine. 2020 did not start out to be my friend, lol. But, God’s grace and hanging onto HOPE got me through the 4-week sickness. Well, with the 3 rounds of antibiotics, tuck. I am so looking forward to Spring, I think. Have a wonderful Sunday.
Love,
Debbie
I still love to read your stories!!
I need to get inspired these days, I have so many, like all of you. When you’re 65 you have lots of stories. Love you, sweet friend.
Looking forward to the next chapter.
Coming soon!
Oh my can’t wait to hear the rest of the story.
Your actions came out of kindness in your heart even then ❤️. Plus a little mischief 😲
Jane, honestly I always thought my actions were good never thought of myself as mischevious, but, yes I guess I was. Have a wonderful weekend.
Love,
Debbie
Glad you lived to tell your story! That is so funny, I was a a handful when I was a child and spoiled by parents and most of the neighbors. I will be watching for the rest of the story.
Oh my gosh, Debbie, this is too funny! Can hardly wait to hear about the gas tank! Thank you for the laughter! And the way you write, it’s like I’m there in the sunshine, trees, and flowers!😂❤️🌷
Susan, I will finish it up soon. lol, I hope you have a great evening.
Love,
Debbie
You were a mess! Lol. I will wait for the rest!! Hugss
I was a mess I was always getting onto things most of them were good. Just sharing some of my less than moments, that brought laughter after the fact. Have a wonderful evening.
Love,
Debbie
Oh, Debbie, I can’t believe you did that! Love you and your stories. Makes me smile. Thanks again. Looking forward for more on this.
I know Mary, I thought at 6 then like a 4 year in today’s world that was a sweet jester, I really did not know better! Have a blessed evening.
Love,
Debbie