This is a special memory from my own childhood.
So I told you the story of the first time I met my sister Sandy. I shared the story of the first time Amara met Aunt Sandy and Uncle Mark. I’ve posted about my trip home to Michigan in 2012 and spending the week with Sandy and Mark. However, there are many little stories from when Sandy and I were younger that I haven’t shared and this seemed like the perfect time.
The best-known story is the one about the blueberry muffins. We still haven’t lived this one down. Mom Number 2 had made muffins for dinner one night while I was there. They were by far the best blueberry muffins I had ever eaten. Michigan has huge blueberries that just burst with flavor. I had become accustomed to the little tiny (and expensive) things they call blueberries in southern California. Mom’s blueberry muffins have become my most requested food item anytime I go home.
But back to the first time, Sandy and I shared her room whenever I visited. She had bunk beds and I got the top bunk. We knew that if those muffins were left downstairs in the kitchen our little brother John would eat them all before we got anymore. So we took them to our room. We ate some and we may have forgotten and left the rest under the bottom bunk. The ants found them and so did Mom Number 2. I remember the phone call I got about a week later, “Did you girls hide blueberry muffins under Sandy’s bed?” I was scolded! I really was part of the family.
A side note to the bunk beds. Back then Sandy was terrified of thunderstorms and I used to tease her about it. I was afraid of earthquakes having just gone through the 1971 Sylmar quake. Sandy used to think it was cute to shake the bed frame of those bunks and yell, “Earthquake!” I loved having a little sister!
That same trip Sandy and I dropped water balloons on the heads of John and one of his friends from the bedroom window. At 20, I probably wasn’t setting the best example for my 12-year-old sister or 8-year-old brother but I had never had a brother before and it was fun! Sandy claims to have no memory of this event. Since John went running and whining to Mom Number 2 about it, I bet she remembers! I am pretty sure she told us girls that we had to stop!
During one of my visits to Michigan Mom had to work some of the days I was there. She let me take her to work so I could use her car. Sandy and I went to Jonesville so that I could visit some of the places from my childhood. Mom and Dad’s anniversary was in another week so we decided to drive to Coldwater and get them a gift certificate for Gracie O’Shanahan’s. It was one of their favorite places to go. We were about halfway there when the DJ on the radio station said it was 4:45. There was complete panic as we were supposed to be back to pick Mom up from work at 5 PM. I may have exceeded the speed limit trying to get back. When we pulled up Mom wasn’t out front waiting for us as we expected her to be so we parked and went inside. She was working away and the clock on the wall read 4:10. wW had been listening to some rock station out of Indiana. From 1970 – 2006 Indiana didn’t observe daylight savings time. We were early!
I have other shenanigans with Sandy to share but they will just have to wait until next time.