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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Brother Fishing

Our intrepid camping ally, Ancient of Days.

It's Summer.

Camping time again.
Something our family has done for the past 1000 years. Okay, so I only remember the last fifty or so, so I'm guessing.
We have had a lot of adventures in that time.
Today, I'm remembering one that happened because of our little blue tent trailer.
Our little trailer was purchased in Calgary, Alberta in January 1978. It was so cold that day that I thought the flooring was a sheet of tin.
In my defense, linoleum can resemble tin when it is frozen solid.
When the planet heated up a bit, we opened our new purchase and discovered a tidy, little world in itself. Three neat beds and a square central floor.
Perfect for a family of eight.
It has taken our family everywhere.
For many years, we camped yearly in a beautiful campground in Saskatchewan.
Kimball Lake.
And that's where this story takes place.
Our two youngest were napping.
I use this word lightly.
Because there was no 'napping' happening.
Youngest Daughter (YD) was on the bed she shared with her older sister.
And Youngest Son (YS) was in the playpen on the floor.
Something he had learned to crawl out of.
Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem.
Let me describe our trailer to you.
It has three wings that fold out to form the beds.
The canvas wraps around each of these wings and hooks securely underneath with elastic cords.
It is possible to slide through those spaces.
If your small enough.
And YS, at thirteen months was definitely small enough.
He crawled up onto the bed.
Rolled against the side.
And slid through.
Now it wasn't a long drop to the ground underneath, but it would have given the little fellow quite a jolt.
YD, three, had been watching.
She saw him slip through.
And, with uncharacteristic three-year-old speed and fortitude, leaped across and grabbed him.
“Mo-om!”
My good friend, Tammy and I were seated just outside, visiting.
Suddenly, we saw a pair of little legs kicking and wiggling out of the side of the trailer and heard my daughter call out.
I ran into the trailer.
YD and the top half of YS were visible.
She had both of his hands and was leaning back, trying to keep him from sliding further.
He was giggling happily and trying to wiggle out of her grip.
“Mo-om!” she shouted again.
I grabbed my son and pulled him to safety.
Then put him back in his bed with stern instructions to stay there.
That tiny son is now a husband and father.
But every year, when my Husby and I put up our little trailer, I think of the small boy and his almost escape.
I picture those little legs protruding from the side of the trailer, kicking merrily.
And his sister, recognizing his danger and holding on frantically with all of her three-year-old strength..
It's a good memory.

14 comments:

  1. Three years old?! Amazing! That girl had more common sense than many adults :)

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  2. That is an awesome story!! What memories you must have! Although I hope you didn't test drive that thing in Calgary in January!

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  3. And I assume you then had to figure out a way to plug the escape route lol.

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  4. Such a fun and funny memory. Only thing that would have been better would be to have a picture.

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    1. Totally. I can still see those little legs just pumping madly! And that little three-year-old, holding both of her brother's hands and leaning back, holding him. It was so sweet!

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  5. We have spent our whole married lives camping. We bought our first camper in 1999 and it was a 1965 model. We put new floor and countertops and used it for years. We believe in God but don't attend church so every year we would go to our favorite park. We would put eggs on to boil over the fire while we went for a walk. My kids would color eggs at the campsite and give a couple away as gifts to other campers we had talked to. My husband would hide the rest around the campsite and we'd put their Easter baskets out in the camper for them after they fell asleep. Those are very precious memories.

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  6. Wow...she's a speedy three year old! We love to camp, and rented a tent trailer one year for a family reunion in the California Redwoods. We loved it! I can just picture your sons little legs from the outside :)

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  7. A mother's love notoriously knows no bounds. (Did I really just use the syllable "no" in three different ways in one sentence?!) A sister's love for a little brother's can be pretty powerful as well!

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    1. Genius. The no's knows.
      Those two were joined at the hip by the time little brother was a year old!

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