WANAfriday: Share an early childhood memory, or a photo that brings back a memory of childhood or family.
In my childhood, large family gatherings were common.
Many evenings, my aunts and uncles gathered round the big kitchen table drinking coffee and talking about the events of the day, the weather, and the crops.
We cousins ran around outside in the twilight swatting mosquitos and catching fireflies to make lanterns for our bedrooms. Mom’s Mason canning jars, especially the green tinted ones, made the best lanterns.
Sometimes we sat outside on the big lawn in a big circle just talking. Sometimes we even had a campfire. One of the bigger kids invariably started telling scary stories, complete with stormy sound effects and long drawn out details. Here is an abbreviated version of one classic night-time summer tale:
It’s a dark and stormy night, and Bubba and Sarah Lee sneek away from their friends in his new black convertible to go sparking out on the woodsy bluff. In the midst of their tryst, they hear a faint scratching on the passenger door. Then the scratching gets louder. Scratch, SCRATCH. And LOUDER. SCRAA-AAATCH.
Then… thump, thump, thump. The door rattles. A deep, snorting chuggle fills the air.
Bubba, remembering tales of terrors in these parts and fearing the worst, puts the car in reverse and blasts out of the woods, the romantic interlude forgotten in the terror of the moment.
When Bubba and Sarah Lee get back to her house, Bubba goes around the car to open the passenger door for Sarah Lee, and………he……….sees…….. [deathly silence]
… A BONY ARM WITH A CLAWED HAND HANGING ON THE DOOR HANDLE!!!!!
Was it the famed Jersey Devil? Who knows. But this story has been told and retold at many a campfire.
It was all too real to us little ones because we knew that the Jersey Devil did live in the woods of South Jersey, not that far from our home.
The Last Meow
Ha. You think that’s a scary story. You want to hear about the night I met the Jersey Devil on a moon-less night in the dark woods and chased him out of town? That Jersey Devil was so scared that he never came back again. So much for him, the big lummox. I never got much thanks from any humans for saving them from terror either. Oh well, what can you expect from those superstitious scaredy-cat humans. They probably think THEY chased the Jersey Devil away. Humph.
Meow for now. =<*!*>=
Here are a few more WANAfriday childhood memories:
- Ellen Gregory A Campfire Memory (Dad reads the Hobbit)
- Liv Rancourt When I Was Very Young (growing up with three other sisters)
- Siri Paulson Hide and Seek
P.S. Did you ever hear that scary story when you were a kid? What scary stories did you hear at camp?