The picture below is me, myself & I!
(The Irish always keep company with themselves)
Yep-That's me---
A happy-go-lucky little Miss.
My Father thought everything I did was funny.
My Mother thought nothing I did was funny.
It made for some uneasy family meals.
ANYWAY..Below you will see me standing
next to my Aunt Erma.
One of my Father's sisters.
She is holding one of her pride & joy grandchildren.
She is happy.
That's her happy face.
Notice how she is ignoring me?
See how happy I am?
As a reference guide
Compare it to the picture above.
See what I mean?
I was NOT Aunt Erma's favorite niece.As a matter of fact, I think I was on the bottom of her list.
Why? Why you ask?
Well, it started with a can of paint
(kinda like this one)
I think I was about 6 (or maybe 7)
I believe my age was
SHE.IS.OLD.ENOUGH.TO.KNOW.BETTER!
(Accompanied by a red face
to match her red hair).
Anyway, the best I remember it..
I took her white house paint..
ummm..hmmm...
and I just stirred a wee bit of BLACK paint
into all the cans.
There were lots of cans.
There were enough cans to paint her whole house
and she had a BIG house.
My father asked me if I did it.
I said..YEP!
He asked WHY?
I said..Because I did.
My Auntie said that was
NOT! A! GOOD !ANSWER!!!
My Father suggested she paint the house grey.
She did NOT think that was funny.
She did NOT think I was cute.
My Father bought her new paint.
She got to keep the old paint too!
Now I ask you...
Was that fair?
No need to vote on that question!
Just so you know-
I was paid back by having 4 children...
and most of them were
Just! Like! Me!
Ohhhhh! What a live wire! And what a handful for your mum and dad (whichever way they saw it). It reminds me a bit of Anne of Green Gables, kinda romantic to look back on. Wonder what happened to all that grey paint tho - 50 shades, presumably! I love hearing stories of yesteryear. And you turned out well in the end (AND paid your penance hahaha!)
ReplyDelete...Diana, being happy beats whatever is in second place.
ReplyDeleteOh you naughty little thing - although that is a funny story!!! Daddy sounds like a keeper!
ReplyDeleteClearly you were a MISCHIEVOUS SCAMP! I hope you weren't spanked, back in that era when spanking was common.
ReplyDeleteI love that funny, happy-go-lucky Irish miss. May you find at least one opportunity a day to unleash her and I hope I’m around, at least sometimes, when you do. ☘️😄
ReplyDeleteAnonymous is Loretta Larkey, not so anonymous.
ReplyDeletePaybacks are hard yet most of us who are parents get them when we have children! Ha, you were a naughty girl for sure. But hey, you were happy, so how bad can it be?
ReplyDeleteLOL... this post made me giggle outloud! My step-grandma was Erma, but we could do no wrong in her eyes. She probably would have said the gray color was prettier and the house would be gray! Loved this and seeing your photos! xo
ReplyDeleteDidn't your auntie know that you were checking out the paint for her. Very unappreciated, I'd say. :)
ReplyDeleteEven way back then!!! Cute story❤️
ReplyDeleteNo, you should have kept the gray paint. Hey, when my cousin's little boy was three (maybe 4) he LOVED to build things. So for christmas I bought him some wood, nails and -- wait for it -- red paint. I'm not sure she ever forgave me!
ReplyDeleteYou were just a kid! And I have done very similar things when I was your age. Like mixing perfume in with the brown sugar when they were making cookies. Sprinkling cornstarch all over the wooden floors and skating on it in my socks. Plus other things even worse.
ReplyDeleteHow funny you were. (Are?)
ReplyDeleteLove your closing line!
I remember reading about this. You must have been quite a character! :)
ReplyDeleteA naughty girl after my own heart!
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How satisfying it would be to stir black paint into cans of white paint! Love the story!
ReplyDeleteMixing paint sounds like a good plan to me. who wants plain ole white anyway. It sounds like you had a very kind hearted father.
ReplyDeleteThis post made not only my day but the rest of the year. I LOVED it. My kinda girlfriend! Our parents would have separated us any number of times from seeing one another after school or sleeping over.
ReplyDeleteHah! I love this! And I adore little you! My mom would say you had some spunk! And that is a good thing!
ReplyDeleteYou were adorable!! So funny...and yup, I was an energetic little girl too and my mom used to say, just wait until you have kids. She wasn't wrong! xo
ReplyDeleteIf you, as I did, play mostly with the neighborhood boys, having my own throwin' knife, bow and arrows, and a succession of tree-fork slingshots leading up to the Almighty WHAM-O I got in third grade, your Doting Daddy must have been proud of your pitchin' arm. Just because I'm trying to imagine how little girl, no manner how energetic, managed to pry open and stir havoc so thoroughly into a WHOLE HOUSEWORTH of paint. Whitewash, now---the kind that you dump a bag of lime into a bucket---THAT I could understand---I kept all our little outbuildings shining white with Summer-days with a little cut-off broom and my lime bucket.
ReplyDeleteIt was also customary to draw a line around the trees in your yard about SO high, and whitewash them from there down---especially if they "lined your drive"---now THERE was something to post in a FOR SALE ad for the nice houses. One Summer I Tom-Sawyered a whole baseball team of my guy friends into helping paint the trunks of our mimosas ringing the yard a pale pink, with two little bottles of McCormick bought with my comic-book dimes stirred in. (Good thing I discovered that that stuff WILL NOT stir into Housepaint).
You GO, Happy Girl! And Happy March!!
I LOVE THIS ONE of course. I am proud of you being able to open all those cans. LOL I coulda been your brother and helped, but I would not have thought of adding the black. ;-O
ReplyDeleteLoved the ending of the post, YEP that would pay you back, for sure in spades!!! Love you...
Thanks for sharing this story :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Weekend and Happy March.
All the best Jan
That was pretty smart if you think about it - I would never have thought to do that!
ReplyDeleteOh, my goodness, Diana! A gal after my own heart! I once wrote in chalk all over the black house down the road when the people were gone. I got caught on day two... Had to wash the whole darn house. I mean, who paints their house black anyway? Lol!
ReplyDeleteToo bad your aunt had to hold a grudge that way. Who leaves paint cans around for the kids to get into anyway? Lol! Keep on mixing that paint, girl! x K
Diana,
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! OMG! You gave me a good laugh!!! My Dad always thought I was funny too and my mother, well not so much!! So I know how that goes....Thanks so much for stopping by!! I did love this post!! Lol!!
Hugs,
Deb
Debbie-Dabble Blog
Diana, you were so cute and adorable when you were little. This is such a funny can of paint story. You father sounded so nice and glad he thought you were funny.
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