Tuesday, July 18, 2006

I remember my sister talking to me about love...

I was hanging out in my bedroom way back in, oh...1977 or '78. My oldest sister, Carol, who was home for a visit, waltzed into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed.

"Love is grand!"

I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Look at the hat he bought me at the Calgary Stampede! It was really expensive!!" He had bought her a cowboy hat. I tried it on, but at the age of 11 or 12, my head was already much bigger than Carol's, and it perched on top of my hair like a novelty hat. We laughed.

"He makes me feel so wonderful! I just want to spend all of my time with him! One day you will fall in love, too, Paula, and you will see what I am talking about." She sighed happily, then floated out of the room.

I sat down on my bed, wondering if there was someone out there who would buy me a cowboy hat one day, and would that actually make me float like Carol.

I hoped so.

5 comments:

layne (herman) said...

Recently I was thinking how when my wife and I were engaged we could stay up until 3am talking, even though we both had to be at work the next morning.

Now, 3 kids later, if I don't get to bed by 9pm I feel like I have stayed up too late.

The love has only gotten deeper, just the bedtime has changed.

Spoke said...

Love is an odd emotion with it's own specific characteristics isn't it?. FEELING "in love" is different than BEING "in love".
I too recall late nights/early mornings. Getting her home after a gig at 2:30am only to work later at 7:30am then to find her again at 6 pm to start it all again.
You're right Papa, the spirit is willing, but the body is tired...

Cameltrooper said...

Did you ever find your Rhinsestone Cowboy...hat that is?

RC said...

how funny...i wonder if your sister even remembers the guys name who gave her the hat.

--RC of strangeculture.blogspot.com

Paula said...

Well, she certainly didn't marry him. LOL!