Thursday, July 06, 2006


I remember listening to rock and roll with my cousin...

We moved to my uncle's farm when I was 14 years old and lived there for two years. This time shines in the history of my teenage years like a polished diamond. Previous to moving to Vauxhall, I experienced three years of living hell during junior high in Three Hills, and my last year of high school in Coronation was OK, but mostly lonely. It was in Vauxhall that I truly enjoyed being a teenager, and that is largely due to the influence of my cousin, Tim.

Tim was one year younger than me, and the only child remaining in my uncle's home. He and I were inseparable. We'd discuss all manner of things, from whether the people in the new school would think I was good looking (Tim assured me they would), to whether a vanilla milkshake made with a whole bottle of vanilla would make you drunk or not (Tim assured me that it would).

Tim knew so much more about music than I did. He had records--rock and roll records!! When our parents weren't home, we'd sit in Tim's living room and he'd put on Styx or Rush or Meatloaf at ear-splitting levels and we would pour over the lyric sheets or dance around the house. My little sister would be at home in our trailer, and she assured us that the windows were shaking even over there!! Wow!!! What power...

I remember reading the lyrics for songs like "Paradise by the Dashboard Lights" or "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad" and realizing that I knew nothing at all about sex. Tim and I would discuss this unknown part of life, wondering what it would be like, wondering why God had to make things so difficult for teenagers. I value those discussions, I hold them like precious stones. It was perhaps the first time that I was able to be completely open and honest with someone, to ask any question I was thinking of without fear of judgment or embarrassment.

6 comments:

Spoke said...

I like Tim. My cousins, few they are, live in England. Most of whom I've never met. This is a beautiful memory PJ, I wish I had more stuff to comment. I know, Let me sleep on it, baby,baby, let me sleep on it. I'll tell you my comments in the morning morning I''ll tell ya in the morning....

Delynne said...

Your cousin sounds cool.

So, I'm back in town... call me for coffee or just drop by sometime after you're walking. (-:

annacond said...

It was a cool moment when my brother, sister and I knew all the words to Wasn't That A Party and regaled guests in our home with our credible rendition. I think we were all under the age of 11 or 12, couldn't have been much older than that. Our parents thought it was hilarious, and it was many years before I figured out what those lyrics were talking about!

I think I should teach that Rover's classic to my kids now...

FreeThinker said...

Do you still believe that "God" makes things difficult for teenagers? How about adults?

Paula said...

Hey, Freethinker.

No, I do not believe God makes things difficult. I believe we do a fine job of that ourselves!! =) I was merely writing what I thought at the time of my discussions with Tim.

FreeThinker said...

Gotcha. Many -- actually most -- adults still believe in supernatural intervention!