|The planes that flew low and slow over Grampa n Gramma's yard.|
Gramma was a wonderful person to learn from in the kitchen, the garden, and even in her sewing room. They owned several rental properties, and often we would help with assorted maintenance, or just some of the landscaping. Now, don’t assume they used us as free-labor. They Always paid us for any “work” we helped them with. Whether it was washing the cars, hosing off the roof, or even the things we looked at as fun… They knew we were helping them with these things, and my sister and I always enjoyed “being put to work” by Gramma and Grampa. We learned early on about the joy of getting paid for doing the job right, and how to have fun while earning some extra cash for the amusement parks Grandma would ultimately take us to later in the visit.
Did I mention we were also allowed to be naked as much as we wanted? At home, Mom had funny rules about naked. (We got to be naked plenty at home, but we did not have as much naked freedom.) But at Gramma’s house, we could be naked as (almost) as much as we desired. Gramma was often naked, but Grampa would only be naked when he was showering, or changing clothes.
(I go into great detail about the freedom of nakedness at Gramma’s house in many previous blog posts.) You can see those here: http://enterwithanopenmindorclosedeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/joys-of-naked-as-child-then-lost.html
And Here: http://enterwithanopenmindorclosedeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/surprise-your-family-moved-out-of-state.html
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This is a fun image I found online which represents
the fun that can be had when hosing each other off. :)
We had made lots of progress in the boat port. The surface of the ping pong table was now fully cleared off. My friend, the neighbor girl, and I were looking at all the detail in this old table, and wondering what it would take to refurbish it to make it beautiful again. This old ping pong table was a solid, sturdy table! It was not at all like the fold-up ones you see in most places. This one had strong steel legs, and solid wooden construction for the table top. Nothing folded, or hinged. It was built in two sections, for ease of movement. (The sections met at the net.)
The neighbor girl was still naked, but nobody cared. This was normal. None of the people stuck around long when they saw how fast they were going to get coated with the same debris. The neighbor girl had to keep retreating further away from us, because the dust and debris kept getting on her, too. She finally decided to go back home.
We thought this was entirely too funny! I wanted pictures of me as a Smurf, so he cleaned himself up a bit, and went to get his camera.
She decided since she was already blue to stick around a while. She eventually got bored of watching us, jumped into the pool to clean off the blue dust, then went home. It did not take long before he was really itchy around the waistband. I told him I was not itchy. He insisted he would not take his shorts off out here. He looked around as he said that to see if anybody was still in the yard. No problem… I just kept sanding. We worked on the table all afternoon. I was The Happiest Smurf in the world! He was the itchiest Smurf in the world.
|Haha! Not exactly My Grampa,|
But (or Butt!) it is the best I could find
as a safe picture of a naked blue man! :)
We went back to sanding again. The next time I removed my goggles for cleaning, I could see that Grampa was now without his shorts! This was The First (and ONLY) time I ever saw My Grampa purposely doing something naked! I did not want to let him know that I was surprised, but just as he found it so humorous when he saw me completely naked and with a blue penis, I saw the same humor and hilarity when I looked at him! I really tried to not let him know I had noticed, but it was almost impossible. He turned off his sander, took off his mask, and goggles, and with a huge grin, told me, “Don’t even think about trying to get any pictures of Me!” We had a good laugh about how we both looked. He then looked around again, and said, “And don’t even think about inviting your girlfriend over while I am naked!” (he liked to tease me and call her my girlfriend, which he knew totally embarrassed me!) I just grinned, put my goggles back on, and started sanding. He did the same. For a little while I noticed he kept looking out the gate, and also toward the neighbors’ homes to see if anybody was watching him out there naked, and blue. He was closer to the gate, and I was at the far end. From my vantage, I could see out the gate, and across to the neighbors’ without having to look around much. He had to make an effort to look behind him.
After a while, he seemed to forget that he was naked, and stopped looking. (As is usually the case when people finally get naked) But I could see many of them purposely peeking around the front of the house, and through the fences.
Keep in mind, I was 11, Jodi and her friend were 10, so all this was just totally plain funny. So, here was a scrawny kid, and a not-so-scrawny Grampa as real-live Naked Smurfs! Grampa was a gentleman, and never referred to any naked part in any inappropriate way. He was just simply naked… and Blue! Gramma was just like a little girl, seeing a naked boy. This was the one and only time that I recall that actually pointing out someone’s penis while they were naked was actually appropriate, and even welcomed. I can guarantee that if he was not Blue, Grampa would have put his trunks on, and nobody would have mentioned he even had a penis! The same goes for me… if I was not blue, nobody would have even noticed, or mentioned that they noticed I had a penis. But it was OK. Everyone was happy, comfortable, and finding naked Smurfs in the yard was the absolute best thing for everyone!
Without missing a beat, Grampa and I both looked at each other, grinned hugely, and said “Watch!” Then as we turned to jump into the pool, the giggles and laughter started again. But this time, the laughter was from across the fence, and in the open gate! We were already airborn, leaping into the pool when we realized all the neighbors had come back again after Gramma got home! They figured as long as Gramma, and the girls were here, and the group of girls was here, too, and Grampa was not freaking out, they could come over and join us.
While this is not a photo of any of us,
it easily could have been! :)
This so easily could have been me as a kid! :)
We all got up, took down the tent, and put out sleeping stuff away. Jodi was still the only one wearing clothes. We ate breakfast, then decided it was time to put the primer on the ping pong table. Grampa had us put newspaper all around to catch the primer drips, got us set-up with brushes, and got us started, then left us alone. He laughed at the fact that we were all naked, except Jodi. He warned us that if the primer got on us it would not come off easily. We took this as a challenge! Jodi went inside and put on grubby clothes from head to toe, but the rest of us stayed naked.
The little sister got out of the pool, and asked if she could be painted, too. We told her no. She was just the right height that she looked straight at each of our painted parts. She bent slightly to get an "under view", too, and this gave us all a good laugh. She was quite open, and hardly shy about what she wanted. And it was clear that at this moment all she was interested in was learning about the detail of our painted bodies. She looked only briefly at mine and her brother's parts, but was very interested in the neighbor girl's parts. She could tell that the neighbor girl had similar parts as she did, but also knew it was different, too. She kept looking at herself, then at the neighbor girl, really close. Then she would go and look closely at Jodi's parts. She was not quite as interested in Jodi's since she was not painted, but she noticed exactly what she needed to notice. She went and looked closely at the neighbor girl again. The neighbor girl was aware of what she was looking at, and just let her ponder it. Finally the little sister asked her if she was a girl, or a lady. She clearly knew the difference (but was not aware of the age at when changes occur) and seemed to be confused about which she was. The neighbor girl chuckled, got down to her level and asked her why she was asking that. Without hesitating, the little girl stated that Jodi was a girl. It was a statement, because she had totally decided by looking at her she was still a girl. Then she told the neighbor girl that she looked like a girl, and was friends with her brother and me, and played like a girl, and was the size of a girl, but had hair like a lady. The neighbor girl knew us and the parents well enough to know how to approach this. (and they just stood quietly by, and smiled) She smiled sweetly at the little sister, and told her she was a girl, quickly growing up, and becoming a lady. At this, the little girl pondered it a bit, then smiled and said she hoped to grow hair herself, and become a lady some day. She asked her mom how old she had to be before she was allowed to be painted like that. The mom did not miss a beat, and told her "When you are becoming a lady." The little girl was satisfied with that. Then went straight back to the pool again. We dedided that wasa good idea, so the rest of us kids went in too. The only one wearing a swimsuit was the oldest brother, and he would not let the neighbor girl swim near him. She terrified him while she was naked. When it was time for them to go, They all thanked Gramma n Grampa for allowing them to come and play.
The neighbor girl had to go home for dinner at her own home this time, because Gramma, Grampa, Jodi and I were all taking GG out for dinner at a nice restaurant. This meant that we had to go and shower, and attempt to scrub off any paint that was on our faces, arms and hands. We had to wear pants to dinner tonight, but short sleeves were ok. Jodi had the easiest time scrubbing, because she did not get much paint on her at all. After some rough scrubbing, most of the paint came off my arms, but it left a tint in the skin. In later days, I would discover that where the paint was, it left funky tanlines! So, even after the last of it had finally washed away, I still had the patterns! The neighbor girl and I both were thrilled about this! It was like reverse tattooing!
As with any visit to Gramma’s house, of course, there was the mandatory day at an amusement park, fun dining-out experiences, shopping, visiting our G.G. (Great Grandma), gardening, going to other friend’s houses, going for bike rides, going to the movies, watching slideshows from Grampa’s photography, and many other adventures that take up the time available during the week. The week flew by, and we did not have time to fully complete the ping pong table.
I know this is one of the longest posts I have written, and I thank you for taking the time to read it, and learn more about what makes me so passionate about the "simple" things in our lives. So much of what drives me, and makes me who I am can be found happening in this week I wrote about above.
It has taken almost a week of writing to put this post together, and Ironically, as I was almost done wrapping it up, I got a package in the mail yesterday. This package contained many new rubber duckies! (yes, I am aware that nowhere in most of my blogs do I even mention The Ducks, But They are immensely important and represent a side of me that is passionate, caring, loving, and basically my roots.) This package had so many wonderful things inside it, but the timing, and One Duck in particular absolutely were perfect! I will most certainly write more about the ducks, and about My wonderful friend, Colleen in New York who sent them. You can see her Duck-work at: http://duckshow.com/
I tend to write about things that are for some reason tugging at me to explore, and put into words. The Ducks are hugely important, but I just have not felt the tug to write in depth about them... yet. This blog is more about some of the really in-depth feelings, beliefs, and ponderings that bounce through my soul. I use a page on facebook for the fun of sharing my Ducks and their adventures with the world. You can see that stuff here:
But, now back to the conclusion of this post. I got a Duck in the package yesterday that Absolutely fits my life, and fits so well with the feelings this writing is about. Here is a picture of that Duck.
On it are all the words that fit my soul, and the timing of its arrival could not have been better!
In this photo, you can see some of what it says, but here is a list of All the wonderful things it shares:
Co-operate. Love. Peace. Huggle. Giggle. Sing. Live. Laugh. Community.
I hope you find peace, love, laughter, joy and all that is needed for making your life as wonderful as it can be! Find your safe place, and be happy! Maybe even become a Naked Smurf! ~=:-)