More Memories...

After writing a blog about memories last night, I went to bed and as I lay there I thought back to Carol and I running through my grandparent's home and I found myself laughing out loud. As I laid there thinking back, I couldn't help but laugh and smile. I guess it was just something you would have to had been there to understand. Sort of like the song says: You Should Have Seen It In Color.
What I failed to mention in my last blog, was that it was usually late at night after everyone had gone to bed for the night that Carol and I would whisper to each other that we should run through the house. It was usually Carol who actually came up with the plan and I would go along.
The blueprint of the house was a rectangle. There was no hall in the house. Each room was connected with three rooms on the right side and three rooms on the left. The middle room on the left side had a bathroom built into it sort of like a square inside of a square. So when we ran through the house at breakneck speed it was in a circle of sorts. This drove my Pop-Paw crazy! He wouldn't get up to make us go to bed but would holler out to us to stop and when we didn't, he would appeal to the adult females in the house to 'Please' make us stop.
Running through the house wasn't the only mischief we got into. There was one phone in the house and it was on the wall beside the front door. The phone was a rotary phone and in those days you could dial '0' and actually speak to an operator. It was high up and we would have to pull a chair up so we could reach it. Night after night we prank called people and asked them if their ice-box was running or if their nose was running and of course told them that they had better go catch it. For the most part we could keep our giggles down to a minimum as to not wake the grown ups. The poor neighbors were some of our victims. To this day I don't know if they ever knew that it was us keeping them up at night.
There are so many memories of being at my grandmother's home, I doubt I could ever write them down. I have always called it my grandmother's house and never really said "I'm going to see my grandparents or I'm going to see Pop-Paw" It was always "I'm gong to see Munner". Munner is what I called my grandmother because I couldn't pronounce Mother when I first learned to talk. I heard my mother and her sisters calling their mother,'Mother' so I thought that was what I should call her, hence Munner came into existence.
I spent a lot of time there over the years as did several of my cousins. It seemed that there was always at least one daughter and several cousins staying at my grandparent's (Munner's) home. The reason there was usually someone staying there, is one of the daughters would leave their husbands (or run from them) and go home to stay with their parents.
We didn't mind or at least I didn't. I adored my Munner and loved being there. It was the safest place I knew.
My granddaughters haven't tried running through the house at night or making prank calls...yet. Maybe I shouldn't tell them about this memory of mine...I don't want to give them any ideas. :) But knowing me... I would probably run with them and help them dial the numbers...Shhh!