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DICKY WILSON (CHAPTER 3) THE END
Contributed by
lovingcritters
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Sunday, 9th November 2003 @ 04:46:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
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In the last chapter Dicky was scared
and went running home
by my shouting Daddy....I didn't see him again
for a long long time!
Then one day all shiny.
I was standing by my ashpit.
My Daddy just emptied trash and it was lit.
The top gets really hot, and I always put
grasshoppers on it to bake....
I heard someone calling my name?
I thought it was fake!
But I turned my head toward the alley,
and here he did come....Dicky Wilson, my paley.
Running hard and right to me....
A big hug and I knew he was happy as can be!
"Dicky, would you like a grasshopper to eat?"
Dicky just kinda' looked at me, then I said,
"It's a real good treat!"
I handed him one, and he looked like he
was going to run, just like before.
I said, "Dicky first you have to pull off their legs,
'cause they are sharp, and hurt your tongue!
then you have to pull off their heads, so they
don't spit that tobaccy on your fingers to clung.
Would you like to try one, Dicky? Here take one?"
Dicky just sorta' crunched away and never did
say, he liked them or not.
But we ate lots of them and then an idea I got!
"Dicky you know that lady
one, two, three ashpits down?
Her name is MrsssCathcart,
and her garage door is open.
I think her garage door is broken!
Would you like to get all "powdered up? Huh Dicky?"
Dicky didn't say anything...only if I was his Mother,
and then he got all icky!
"Dicky you stay here, and I'll go get
my Mom's powder puff!"
I ran into my garage, and opened the back door.
My Momma was on her hands and knees,
scrubbing the kitchen floor...
"You can't come this way, Connie Sue!"
"But, Momma I've got to go PeePee....
I really did too!
"Go around to the front, I'll let you in!"
I almost didn't make it, my panties were thin.
I closed the door and locked it, like when
Momma always locked me in!
I knew right where to look, she had them
all over the sink in the mirror thing pin.
When she locked me in those times.
I learned you have to crawl on the sink,
with hard breathing.
Then you pull it as hard as you can,
But don't stand, or you'll fall in the bathrub,
and will be a deadman!
My Momma said, "If you hit your head,
that means you'll be dead!"
I grabbed her powder puff.....
I really didn't think she would mind
if I just borrowed it this time!
Unlocked the door, and ran out the front one.
There he was my little friend.
Dicky Wilson was frozen!
"Come on Dicky take my hand.....We'll powder
each other to beat the band!
"We have to be really quiet,
so we don't wake her up!
Take your shirt off Dicky, I'll start with you first.
Back, tummy, feetfirst, headfirst.
Now you do it to me Dicky...
I know I'm not your Mother....
just stick the puff in this sack, and powder
me all over get some in the center.
Isn't this fun Dicky to get all powdered up?"
What's the matter Dicky?
why are you crying....did you get it in your eyes?"
And then Dicky began to scream,
and he jumped up and down,
and all around. Then run down the alley...
yelling, "Im hot, I'm hot, I'm hot!"
I'd never heard Dicky speak a lot....but then
I started to hurt! I felt like someone was
burning me up too! I was like my Daddy,
and I screamed the German, "Ooooohhhhh
Oliver Brickstein, Ohhhhhhh, Oliver Brickstein!"
I ran down the alley into my garage......
up the back steps.....
I did sidesteps, until my Momma opened the door!
Then I ran in and fell on the floor!
"MY GOD CHILD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
"Dicky and I were powdering each other,
It was lots of fun....over MrssssCathecart's garage.
My Momma stepped to the phone, and I heard
"lye?
A whole sack full?"
Then, just like that, she ran me into the bathroom....
I thought she would lock me in...but instead
she gave me a bath all over my skin!
I knew then I had done it again, Lies, Lies, Lies...
I just keep telling those lies, and
this time it really hurt, even under my shirt!
I never ever saw my friend Dicky ever never.
They told me he had moved away....
But I saw his tricyle one day.
His Momma thinks I lied to him, and
burned him up. I was just trying to make us
perty with some makerup!
I know where there's another friend,
Her name if Fern Marie Clack.....
shes lives down the hill...I'll just go back!
I know she will like me to be her friend.
She's all alone down there.
I know I'll care!
Created by
Cheri Cam LeBren
Nov. 2003
"I'd love to look Dicky Wilson up.
Wonder how his life has gone?
I went on lying, but never that bad!
Ever Never Ever!
Because so many of you asked, "What is an
AshPit.?:...I took a picture of mine for you. This is where all the drama took place., right here!.It still stands after 63 years. My home was sold after my Mother died, but we drove
down the alley...and it's still there.
In Cheyenne, in the 40's this is the way
we burned our trash, and when the garbage
truck came around,
all they had to pick up were the ashes.
The ashpit is about 31/2 ft tall maybe 4ft....I couldn't
see over it. So that will give you some
idea of how tall I was
when Dicky Wilson and I got into so much trouble!
But we didn't mean to...we were just having fun!
And that's not a lie, I don't think?
I've never been without a friend....I love people so much, I go looking for them, and eventually I find them! Even after 60 years...I'm the same way as I was when I was 3.
*smiles*
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Re: DICKY WILSON (CHAPTER 3) THE END
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by venkat on
Monday, 10th November 2003 @ 12:55:13 AM AEST
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| well done lady..this final chapter is very interesting..with powedering game..good luck. venkat |
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Re: DICKY WILSON (CHAPTER 3) THE END
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 01:55:28 AM AEST
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What a wonderful story you created. Yes, you and I were a lot alike as children. Seemed to be in trouble all the time, not even meaning to do wrong. I never got locked in but I sure got scolded a lot. I am glad you had Dicky and I am sorry they took him away. He probably was too. I am glad you found another friend, and another and another till you got to me. Never change Connie, never.
Hugs and kisses,
Rita |
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