This is a special memory from my own childhood.
I have always been a good sleeper. My sister did not like to sleep. She hated going to sleep at night but more than anything, she hated taking naps. I loved my naps! This was a problem. A problem caused by the fact that we slept together in a big double bed. A problem for me because my mother thought since I was the oldest I could make her behave. The fact I was only 1 year and two weeks older didn’t help, she wasn’t going to listen to me. My sister didn’t want to sleep so she couldn’t see any reason why I would want to. I think it was her goal to keep me awake!
Our bedroom was upstairs. Like many old houses, there was a vent in our bedroom floor and in the ceiling of the front room that allowed hot air to rise into our bedrooms. This wasn’t a regular furnace vent, simply an opening between the 2 floors where vents had been placed. We could look through that vent with only the grill to obstruct our view. Not only was it a great place to spy from it was also a great place to sit and listen to everything that was going on downstairs.
My sister would sneak out of bed and come back to wake me with the current news. “Wake up, wake up, mom is making pie.” “Wake up, wake up, mom is doing laundry.” “Wake up, wake up, the phone is ringing.” I would try in vain to get her to be quiet and go to sleep. Way to often mom would hear us and come charging up the stairs to find out why we weren’t sleeping. Even though I wanted to be sleeping and had been until someone woke me up, she would be mad at both of us. I never thought it was fair that I should get in trouble!
Years later, I was a morning person. My sister always slept late. I was a light sleeper. She could sleep through anything and any noise. She even slept through our first earthquake in California. When she was old enough to work, she would set two alarm clocks and sleep through both of them. She didn’t turn them off – she just never heard them.
Me, I still get up early and I still love my naps.