another meme for uu~~~
"Tales on Tuesdays"
The idea is to tell a short, short (500 words or less) story based on the week’s theme. To provide us inspiration, each theme will be the title of a TV show. This week’s theme is from the, “Golden Girls” sitcom which was popular from 1985 to 1992. If you wish to play along, please visit Nessa for the list of upcoming themes (ticking the title redirects you there), and remember, your story does not have to relate to the series.
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Here's My 'Golden Girls Story'
Every summer our family headed down to the Seaside.
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Here's My 'Golden Girls Story'
Every summer our family headed down to the Seaside.
I wondered who I’d meet this summer.
I had one ‘best’ friend I knew who lived there through the winter,
Billy.
His house was one of the regular ‘chicken coop’ styles,
His house was one of the regular ‘chicken coop’ styles,
but it was placed correctly on their lot, nice advantage.
A big percentage of the brightly colored houses were
merely summer rentals anymore.
"Marketed in the 20’s with $5 rides from the city by train
that included the family cow."
[Peninsula Primer]
Coming back to the ocean each summer was like coming home.
Coming back to the ocean each summer was like coming home.
Billy & I were kindred spirits,
Bros of the summer.
We had our routes both professionally (paper routes) and individually. We knew where the action was and we’d take it. We knew every inch of the peninsula. Our only responsibilities were that his father fished and Billy held down the fort at home, and I had to stay
out of the way of my father’s drawings and my big bros' wrath.
Upon arrival I quickly helped unpack, waiting for my bike on the top of the car.
Upon arrival I quickly helped unpack, waiting for my bike on the top of the car.
As soon as it was free, I jumped on and rode down to Billy’s to see if he were home and show him my new stingray,
he’d also got his for his birthday by now!
As I rode like the wind, I heard a car approaching from behind as the environment changed. The air sort of sucked out as if this vehicle was passing fast, but it wasn’t. It was slowly, but dominantly passing. The Rambler Station wagon was decent. What caught my eye were the sounds of the shrill singing laughter and the carefree summer arrival song.
As they passed, time slowed down, and the earth shifted very slightly. It was like being at the end of the port when the steamboat pulled away, caught you solid!
As I rode like the wind, I heard a car approaching from behind as the environment changed. The air sort of sucked out as if this vehicle was passing fast, but it wasn’t. It was slowly, but dominantly passing. The Rambler Station wagon was decent. What caught my eye were the sounds of the shrill singing laughter and the carefree summer arrival song.
As they passed, time slowed down, and the earth shifted very slightly. It was like being at the end of the port when the steamboat pulled away, caught you solid!
Singing, Blonde hair a-flyin’,
“Izzy Belle,
Kissed a Fella,
Made him blush
And turn to jellEeee!”
And as they passed I saw her and who they were. I didn’t know then,
but soon would know these were the ‘Golden Girls’…
Then just as they passed, the next of their songs were sung/laughed out at me,
just for me this time!
The rest of the summer would be theirs,
but this was for me;
“Izzybelle, Hazel and Hillary are,
Dancing & singing a sea song!
We’ll see you all summer,
We’ll tease you to butter, And,
We’ll steel your big heart for a song!”
Dancing & singing a sea song!
We’ll see you all summer,
We’ll tease you to butter, And,
We’ll steel your big heart for a song!”
As they drove away, I just about ran into Billy. He’d been my best friend and now it seemed like we’d not spoken for years. I ran into the fence half watching them drive on. Then the air, that familiar sea smell had just changed to a noticeable enchantment. Billy ran up and looked passed to see what had taken my attention and he too was transfix, but having a fisherman for a father, he hesitated before the siren took him away too.
What a summer it would be!
©Allisonians
Photo courtesy of Michael W. Roth
Professor of Physics at NI
There comes a moment when a boy's fancy turns from bicycles to blonds, and you've captured that moment very well.
ReplyDeletea lovely story of carefree days and growing up
ReplyDeleteBoy I haven't thought about a Rambler in ages. What a great story. Oh the joys of being a boy and having your interest in girls begin. :) Well done :)
ReplyDeleteCruising in a car and checking out the guys. Such wonderful adolescent memories. I enjoyed getting it from the guys' perspective.
ReplyDeleteMy Tuesday Tale
Thank you Quilly :)
ReplyDeleteAnd Juliana :)
Thom, I know, for some reason this beach story with an old ramble was born out of a few memory prompts and some imaginings. It was fun! Thank you :)
And thank you Grandma!
THank you again! Have a great week end!
Ciao!