I've been busy doing nothing, so I haven't posted. Sorry.
I was talking to Monica the other day about playing town and about how Greg always locked us in the room with the food storage and we had to eat dry Jello to stay alive. She didn't remember that. I'm not the only one who remembers this right? Do you? (Probably not if you didn't live in St. Anthony with us.)
Also, Monica has a theory about what role you played while you played house when you were little and your personality. I was usually the dog. I don't know what that says about me. What were you when you played house?
I'm going to Mom's house for Mother's day. Lucky me.
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Eating jello to stay alive? I know we ate jello powder. And It would be nice to think we had such a reason.
I don't remember what I was when playing house. That really is the story of my life - I don't remember.
You are lucky, indeed, to be visiting Mom for Mother's Day.
Oh, come on, Melissa, you were always the maid, or Cinderella or something. I was usually the grandma or some other role where I could be appropriately served.
Thanks Monica, that brought back all sorts of suppressed memories.
I think that most of the time I was off doing my own thing while you guys played house. But it seemed that it was more like playing town. You always had a banker and your own money, a hotel, a restaurant, a pet store and more. At least that is what I remember. I wish that I hadn't thought that I was so grown up and had played with you more often--it would have been lots of fun.
I do remember playing house with the boys when we were little. We all took turns being the mom (Mom thinks that may be one reason the boys are such good dads.) When we played church, I always INSISTED on taking my turn being bishop--what does that say about me? We also couldn't figure out why anyone would want just plain bread so we always served sacrament jam at our church!
We had our stuffed animals be at church while we were. We would set them up before we left. Melissa's bunny was usually the bishop and Kitty was usually the Relief Society president. Some times my bunny was Relief Society president, but that was just too much leadership in one family.
We also gave talks using the vacuum cleaner as a microphone. That probably should have stopped being a microphone by the time Scott came along.
When we played "town" as a kid, we usually did it in our basement. I was always a father/homeowner. My little brother Mark was always a bum, drifter, or hobo. Hmmm. He ended up with a degree in Law Enforcement and is currently working in a maximum security prison as a counselor. Hmmm.
Did we warp him? :^)
Okay. The comment about the vacuum being a microphone too long is very true. Sorry, Scott. But speaking of vacuum cleaners, I'll share my memory of playing town when we lived in Clinton. My house was under the ping pong table. A door-to-door salesman came knocking on my sheet door. It was Greg, selling self-propelled vacuum cleaners. He explained how it worked but didn't fully demonstrate--he let me do that. It was easy to run, and pretty green, come to think of it. You just had to put one end in your mouth and suck in while running the other end over the carpet. Worked like a charm! I don't think I bought the vacuum, though.
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