It seems a natural thing for children to dance, a spontaneous action to their inherent joy. It becomes an issue when children dance on high things and don’t always pay attention.
My younger sister liked to dance, anywhere, anytime without a care in her mind. She was as happy and playful as I was serious and responsible. Her joy and playfulness fed my soul. She had rhythm where I had none. Her balance came later. I have to admit to finding no photos of her dancing anywhere because our parents were too busy to take photos.
I heard the cry and ran into our bedroom. Mom ran in too. Mom saw the blood and started to panic. The drawers were pulled out of the dresser to make stairs so my sister could climb them to the top. As she had been dancing on the top of the dresser, it dumped her over and her head hit the corner of a drawer.
There was blood everywhere and mom didn’t know what to do. This was a new one for us so it seemed like the thing to do was to ask someone who might know about these things for some help.
I ran upstairs to the apartment directly above us. Mrs. Markum had three boys. Rowdy, mean boys that were always tormenting me if they saw me outside and they were also always covered with scrapes and cuts from their antics. A younger one was my sister’s partner in crime. Mrs. Markum would know what to do with blood.
I knocked and she answered. I pleaded my case and she immediately ran downstairs to help. Putting pressure with a clean cloth on my sister’s head, the bleeding slowed and then she scooped up my sister and took her and my mother to the base medic. When they got back my sister has a couple of little stitches at her hairline and a Band-Aid. She was happy once again and mom had some color back in her face. I had stayed home to watch my brother while they were gone and mop up some of the blood from the floor. Who knew heads bled so profusely from small cuts.
Mrs. Markum said that when the head bleeds like that, just put a clean cloth with some pressure on the cut. I was happy she talked to me like a grownup and realized that I would understand and know what to do. Thank goodness because this was only the first of seven times in that year my sister would need to be treated for what I called “holes in her head” during that year. She was like a bull in a china shop, running, dancing and plowing into things that made her head bleed.
Our dad would often comment when we said something he thought was not too bright that we had rocks in our heads. When my sister said or did things he would think not to bright, she had holes in her head. It never stopped her from dancing though.
From my heart to yours,
Marlene Herself
Comments on: "SUZY Q Dancing on the Dresser" (63)
I think those that come with music in their souls lighten our lives in ways no one ever understands!
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I do agree. This one has soul music in her soul. 😉
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I confess. I have done the dresser thing and ended up with stitches in my nose. I caught the side of it when I fell. I remember my Dad bought me a huge all day sucker and my mom spanked me for not being still at the doctor’s office! Now I just chair dance. Which is just me wiggling in the chair. lol
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Chair dancing is good. Especially after being injured. I was born not knowing right from left so dancing was never my thing unless it was free form. Sis got all the rhythm. 🙂
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I remember those childhood incidents so well. You recaptured them beautifully!
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Thank you, Cindy.
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Oh my Marlene, what a bundle of joy and trouble did your little sister create with her jubilant behaviours.. And I think we all of us as parents have had those panic moments when our children have fallen especially with head wounds, I remember my daughter climbed a fence and fell and hit her head on some gravel one which dug into the side of her head when she was around five. We rushed her to A& E.. and she had a butterfly plaster to pinch her wound together..
So I can appreciate the draining of colour from your Mum. And You dear Marlene were a gem, rushing to get help..
Good to be back in blog land Marlene.. sending love and well wishes for a beautiful weekend. ❤ Hugs Sue
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I saw a few moments ago you had a new post as well. I’m heading into the sewing machine in a couple of minutes but will read yours before I go sit there for 3 hours. I’m almost out of little girl antics and not quite sure if I want to post any more of the later antics. It’s not quite the same when you are older. A lot of my memories have holes in them. Thanks for stopping by and have a wonderfilled weekend yourself, Sue. Hugs and love.
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If I had money for all the stitches I got as a child I would be a rich man. I even dealt with it with my daughter. It’s got to be a common thing with children and maturing.
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I had 2 brothers behind her and neither had the amount of physical or emotional challenge together that my sister brought to the world. You expect it from boys, not from that sweet face. But I had a daughter like that too so I was well prepared. Guess you were too. 😉 Thanks for stopping by.
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Marlene, you and I are kindred spirits. I did a lot of looking after my siblings. However, I’m the one with music and dance in my soul. Loving your storytelling! Have a great weekend, my friend.
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Thanks, Missy. Yes, I missed the musical gene but she got it all. It was how things were done in those days and for many, it’s still a reality that the older one takes care of the younger children. But she was all mine and still is. 🙂 Have a wonderfilled weekend yourself. The warm is coming.
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This is a great story Marlene you describe all the responses to your sister’s activity so well! I too was a climber and faller when young and always a dancer 😀 And of course there were always the ‘fallings’ of my own two to clean up after, thankfully, not many – but enough!
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Ha, one of those you were! I wouldn’t doubt it. I envied my sister her ability to dance through the world even though it was mostly unkind to her. It’s a good quality to have. That freedom of the soul no matter the cost is a good thing. I watched her as carefully as possible but she was meant to breeze through. You have a lot of those qualities, I think. I had to clean up behind myself as well. Made me a stronger person though.
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I love your storytelling, Marlene. My sister was a climber too…I was not as fearless. I loved the photos! Thanks for bringing a tough week to a nice end. xo
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I’m sorry your week was a tough one. I’ve been digging through every photo I have and some have gone missing. There were so few to start with but I can see the missing one in my mind. Probably gave it to my sister and she can’t find it. Your sister and my daughter and sister were climbers. I did my share but was very, very careful. 😉 Have a wonderfilled weekend, Jill.
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My worst incident was climbing a tree and falling out onto a barbed wire fence. I ripped a big hole in first my pants and then my leg. I trailed home leaving splatters of blood all the way and got smacked before I got hugged, because I’d torn the pants: “You’ll mend, but the pants won’t!”. I wonder why your sister felt the need to dance on *high* places instead of just the floor….?
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Ouch! Barbed wire is not kind. At least you got the hug after the spanking. 😉 I have no idea why she is always a risk taker. The world was at her command, not the other way around. I don’t remember climbing a tree but fell into a stream once that I was not supposed to go near when with a bunch of kids and fell in. There were water moccasins in the that stream and I practically flew up out of the water, Had to sit on a hill till my clothes dried so my mother wouldn’t kill me. Kids! 😉 I guess that’s their job. Have a great weekend.
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I guess the dancing gave her so much pleasure she was willing to chance the pain if she fell. It’s funny how some seem to be born free spits and some of us are born cautious . . .
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I agree with you, Kerry. We all have our job in life. My sister’s was to show what real freedom looks like. Mine was to love her just the way she was. She does love to dance. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and have a great weekend.
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That Suzy Q! I was like you, Marlene. My little sister was the one with all the cuts and scrapes.
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I think every family gets one, Jennie. 🙂 I’ll bet you were the serious, responsible one too. Thanks for stopping by.
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I tried to be, Marlene. Always a pleasure to read your posts. Always!
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Thank you so very much, Jennie. It means a lot.
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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One of my kids was a climber. One morning I came into the kitchen to see him on top of the refrigerator “dancing”! Still wondering how he got up there since he was only two years old! He still dances to his own tune, and hopefully no longer in very high places! 😂 I was accident prone too, but not with falls. Great story telling Marlene!
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Thank you, Sabine. It would be scary to have one dancing on the refrigerator!! It’s like when sis was dancing in that 4th floor window of that building. I just found those pictures this week.
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I remember you telling me about that! Nerves of steel is what the rest of us needs!
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I love your storytelling, Marlene. I feel like I’m looking over your shoulder when you share these installments. It’s really quite something. We all find our place in the world. You are like many first born siblings, I think, the one who takes responsibility and plays the adult long before their time. As much as I admire your sister’s free-spirit (having wished to be one myself), I’m saddened at the punishments regularly doiled out to both of you, simply for being who you were. I know this was a different time and place, but I still feel a sense that you lost something to the back of someone’s hand. I’m so glad you’re sharing this story. Xo
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Thank you, Alys. Hope to have these ready to booklet by her Nov birthday. Guess I’d better get busy. The back of someone’s hand would have been a piece of cake. Wish it had been different too but we must overcome. It’s important to be exactly who you are. Most firstborns carry the extra load but it readied me for all that came after. Yes, you do have a birds eye view. 🙂
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My heart goes out to you for all you’ve overcome and for all you’ve achieved. I’m excited to see what your collection of stories looks like all pulled together in a book. What an extraordinary gift. I can’t imagine anything so loving and personal and dear. xo
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The interesting thing is she never reads my blogs so she has no idea the stories are there. 🙂 I have told her that I was putting them out there but she’s in a different zone. I’m excited to finish these and get it into a book too. 😉
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She will surely be gobsmacked. Will you include blog comments with your book?
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I don’t know yet. Have been mulling that over seriously.
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At a young age we express ourselves … and depending on circumstances and those around us, we meet the challenges and find ways to grow. We all have different paths within the same family. At the end of the day, being true to ourselves, and accepting who we are becomes vital. Thank you for sharing Marlene … and finding yourself in this understanding 💛
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Thank you, Val. Being true to who you really are is very important. My sister never fit in the box and I wanted to protect that part of her.
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What memories and told so beautifully. I too, was the serious and responsible one. My next sister down didn’t dance but she was bursting with energy and constantly getting into mischief. She was also filled with joy – she still is! It’s impossible to feel down when she’s around!
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Ah, we older sisters carry the load and observe what might have been had we been second. Sounds like your sister is a bright spot in your world. Thanks for stopping by. Have a wonderfilled week.
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That part at the end about rocks and holes in the head…well you had me laughing. I bet your younger sister gave your mom a few extra gray hairs. 😂 In any case, all these stories need to eventually go into a book, I think. These “little sister antics” are hilarious. You’ve all had such fun, interesting lives. I love reading your stories. You two sure had some adventures. I also hope you’ve been well. Sending you big hugs and wishes for a wonderful week! xo
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Thank you so much, Cynthia. I’m glad you had a good giggle. Yes, her antics were something else. They will be put into a little book and given to her for her next birthday so I have to get busy and finish them. Life has been an adventure for both of us and I’m sure for you as well. Returning more hugs and wishing you a wonderfilled week ahead.
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I love reading these stories about your childhood. How boring it would have been without your sister. Like a little angel in a human body who forgot she no longer had those wings!!! Such a heartfelt gift you are giving to her (and to us, by letting us read these stories). Be well, Marlene.
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Thank you, Celine. Yes, she did and does keep life interesting. I loved your description ‘ Like a little angel in a human body who forgot she no longer had those wings!!!’ I’m glad you are enjoying them.
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😉
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Absolutely love this. You write so well 🙂 xxx
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Thank you so very much, Jill. Just stopped by your place a moment ago. 😉
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Oh my! I’m so glad your neighbour could help you with advice – you clearly needed it! 😂 But it’s a wonderful thing this dancing especially when children do it. I used to hop over furniture and that resulted in many scratched knees and shins. So I was put into a gymnastics class to burn off that restless energy. 😄 It worked by the way. 😉
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I wished they had such an animal as gymnastics back in the early 50’s but no such luck and we couldn’t have afforded it anyway. You were quite fortunate in only scratched knees and shins. 😉 Thanks for stopping by.
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Childhood seems to always leave an impression that lingers long and hard.
Some memories give us a laugh we love to share, while others leave imprints
that were tough and troublesome.
Smile, it’s a new day!
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Eddie. It’s a beautiful day too!
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Dancing with holes in your head…sounds kind of familiar! 😉
My little sister thought it best to climb trees…really high trees…and then dance in the tree!! I just got to spend some time with her and I can’t tell you how much it was needed. Such a bond…sisters! Thanks, Marlene. I love these stories because it always makes me think of something my sister did that was similar.
Hope that you are well and that life is shining brightly on you ❤
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I’m glad you enjoyed reading this and could relate. Life is shining bright.
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I enjoyed reading this post. You’ve wonderfully described the types of little accidents that inevitably happen to children as they dance through their early years.
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Thank you for your kind words, Sheryl. There were so many of them for her that year. True to her personality, she’s still dancing through life.
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Love this…so glad she endured all those holes in her head. As for rocks in your head, I’m going to start saying that in my nest as with three little bears someone is always doing something questionable. Happy dancing!
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Thank you for stopping by. My sister is still dancing, for now. 😉
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Dancing on top of the dresser? With your sister around, you never had a dull moment, eh,Marlene? I like your stories.
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Thank you, Cynthia. It’s still the case when my sister is around. Never a lull moment.
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Hi Marlene! xo Well you were the calm one, that’s not surprising. Sounds to me like you had felt a sense of responsibility even from the youngest age. Your sister probably has more scars than I do and that’s plenty since I grew up with all boys. It’s so great to have such strong memories. I can’t seem to remember much b4 maybe age 10 or so. It’s amazing it only took two stitches. Lot’s of children are fatally injured from this very thing. Now a days, parent’s anchor the furniture like that so it can’t fall over (or they should). These things, if you can laugh about it years later, build character 😀 x K
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Memories are funny things. That’s why I put this in the creative non-fiction category. Some are quite vivid and others disappear entirely. About the time my sister started to remember things, I stopped. We were talking about that the other day. You can only protect children so far. I had to put a harness on my daughter but she would still escape over our 6 ft gate at the age of 4. Fortunately, we all had our Angels watching over us. Some of them were Earth Angels like good neighbors. 🙂 As for character, yes, my sister is one, 😉 Hugs, M
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Oh my goodness, never a dull moment. Who couldn’t love that face indeed? And who couldn’t love a child dancing? So glad she was ok each time she bonked her head.
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We need to define OK. 😉
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Very funny Marlene!
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🙂
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