Memories of Holbrook arizona era of my life... approximate age 7-8
I remember being disappointed shocked and perplexed that Navajo indians wore cowboy hats and levis and looked more like the cowboys than the non native americans did.
I remember being banned to order butterscotch sundais at Dairy Queen due to the sticky quotient on vinyl back seats.
I remember catching horny toads and being told to avoid gila monsters if i ever encountered one
I remember the first time i saw the painted desert and the petrified forrest and being in awe of both of them, they looked so ancient and prehistoric and i imagined dinosaurs wondering through them.
I remember a picnic where me and my younger brother caught tadpoles and putting them in coffee cans, but being forced to let them go before heading home.
I remember trout fishing in which i would always get bored about an hour into it and either tie a lizard to my line and tell him he was going for a swim or feed chip monks most of our bait.
I remember brutal and violent fights between my mom and father in which led to my dad being in and out of the house for most of the time there.
I remember meeting relatives that i never knew i had that didnt feel like relatives and that mom for some reason made us promise not to mention around dad.
Holbrook was interesting and left lots of sustained memories.
My family began raising chickens when I was 8 or 9 , Rhode Island reds. They turned an old storage shed into a coup and put screens over the windows and built a little run out in front of it. The made boxes and filled them with straw and placed them on a shelves, two shelves high about 6-8 boxes on each shelf. My mom or dad went and picked up the eggs and incubator and kept them in the living room for what seemed like weeks but i can't recall exactly how long it was, but i remember my sister, brother and I would wake up each morning and would run over to see if the chickens had been born yet. I remember the lights were extremely hot to the touch and my mom would scold us constantly about picking the eggs up and holding them to the light to see the little embryos. It was fascinating stuff. Then one day they hatched and it was amazing, the eggs would vibrate and move and then cracks would appear and then the little beak would poke through, We sat there transfixed for hours as life was springing out of inanimate objects right before our eyes. i remember helping one by picking off the shell as he struggled to release himself and my mom scolding me saying that could kill him. After what seemed like an eternity they were all born and we had a full plastic baby pool full of little orange balls of fuzz
. The chirping they did was insane, there was no way these small pieces of fluff could be making that much noise.
Over the next few days it became a morbid head counting ritual and emoving the small lifeless bodies from the little tub under the bright light as one or two seemed to die over night each night. It was sad but all the adults seemed to take in matter of fact-ly and talked about still having enough chicks to get a surplus of eggs and expected losses as i felt abandoned and sad by the loss of my new pets. There was so many of them though that it seemed unreasonable to attach feelings to them at this point, they didnt seem like individuals to anyone but us kids who tried to look for characteristics to identify them by and name them. We could rarely remember the names we assigned and who was who as most of them all looked the same so we'd just start over again the next day with the survivors of the night's losses. they all grew to happy teens and cheerful adults and when on to star on stage and film. the end.
After spending lots of time with my nieces ages 4 through 10... I am fascinated by watching them play , mostly house like games.. mainly due to seeing how they interact with each other and it's amazing to me how much they parrot the adults in their lives. I can't count how many times i heard the phrases ..."no you can't have company tonight i have a headache... I know you didnt mean to spill that juice, and i am sorry i yelled i'm just tired... you know better than that, i know you arent stupid... why are you doing that, you should know better.... I can't believe you failed your test, we stayed up late all week studying for that... I have too much to do today, and dont have time to deal with this" etc... If you ever are curious how you are coming across to the kids you are raising just listen to them play. I know this isnt some huge revelation or anything but it can be really surprising i think. Obviously only applies to kids that are still of the age to play these sort of role playing games.
ok so i am sitting here thinking what my inaugral entry should be about if anything and all i can come up with is what someone really special suggested. "don't over think it" which is funny since that's generally my approach on everything. I haven't a lot to say so so far and can't think of how i want to say it, so what better idea than to start on on line journal. I am sure i will be bleeding all sorts of over analyzed tidbits of my inner thoughts in no time but for today i am taking that earlier mentioned advice.