Hello Dear Readers and welcome to my brain, Peanuts remembers. Today’s topic is my mother, Janey.
Janey was a Fainter
When my mother was little, my grandparents had a record they would play of a bird singing. Every time, my mother heard it, she would pass out by falling over backwards.
You’d think after the initial discovery, my grandparents wouldn’t have played that record anymore, but people just thought things like that were funny in those days.
Janey also fainted in movie theaters and department stores. Once when I was in the 8th grade, we were shopping in the Crescent Department Store in downtown Spokane looking at sweaters. I hadn’t seen my mother for awhile so I thought she was trying on clothes. Well, it turns out she had fainted and woken up in the manager’s office.
Funny, it never occurred to me until just now that when Janey fainted, the clerks must have drug her into the manager’s office — like in the movies when somebody gets murdered! (If my mother was alive today, I’d call her up right now with this new revelation!)
Janey had a delicate appetite
One of my mother’s main themes in life was that her appetite was easily ruined. Any number of things could occur in which Janey could lose her appetite, not the least of which being unpleasant conversational topics at the dinner table, as well as having to observe someone (such as one of her kids) not using good table manners.
One never knew exactly what would set off Janey’s “loss of appetite” but looking back on it now, she never seemed to equate it with the case of Nestle Crunches she always kept on the top shelf of the cupboard and that she was always nibbling on — as being a factor in her “loss of appetite.”
The time Janey was a trooper
Janey was never big on water sports, but one summer Janey bucked up and decided to try her hand at water skiing behind my dad’s new fishing boat.
His boat had a weak outboard motor that was about as powerful as a sick kitten. It barely managed to pull a child up out of the water on skis, let alone an adult.
But for some reason, Janey, who had never been much into water sports decided to try water skiing. We were all a little shocked when she suggested it, as we had never see her swim without keeping her hair from getting wet, but try she did.
Stand back! Janey’s going in!
She slipped right into the water, oblivious to the fact that she could ruin her hairdo as well as smudge her fire-engine red lipstick. My brother, Peter, helped her position herself in the water with her skis. When she was finally ready, Peter gave the signal and my dad gunned it as it were.
But instead of popping Janey up out of the water, the boat pulled her along underneath the water.
I’ll never forget the image of Janey’s fire-engine red lipstick shimmering from beneath that green wake of water that was pouring over the top of her head.
But still, she hung on for dear life. And she hung on and she hung on until finally a miracle occurred! She suddenly popped up from beneath the water, and proceeded to water ski in a big circle around Williams Lake — albeit in a squatting position, but still!
Janey was water skiing! Hurray!
I hope it’s true what they say about your whole life flashing before you eyes when you die. Because I do so want to see that part again, Dear Readers!
Until next time . . . I love you