The Great Chase

Occasionally I was less than the best behaved little boy. No really, I was bad from time to time :-).

Given Grandma's age, sometimes she would call in reinforcements to discipline me. Mostly, that job fell to Uncle Blackie (although I think every one of my Aunts and Uncles had a crack at it).

Once he came over already in a bad mood that was further aggravated at having had to be called into disciplinary service for his mom. He was so mad I ran from him. I ran out the back door into the yard with him in hot pursuit. I shot between the bushes and into the neighbors yard (aka the "American") and he followed through the bushes, but he came out scratched up shirt torn and even madder.

I ran into the house and as he was about to grab me when I scooted under the dining room table (the table in the room we never used). The table had a trundle that I got over and out the other side.

He followed me under the table but got stuck on said trundle. Well, now he was REALLY mad. Just picture the scene for a moment.

Then he freed himself and came out spitting fire. I was kind of frozen by the situation and stood to face the inevitable. Grandma stepped between us realizing my pending doom and said, "No Blackie, leave him (me) alone."

Well, he was possibly as surprised as I was, but still breathing hard and mad. He sat down in the kitchen and I was sent to my room. After a bit I was summoned and got a mean talking to and he asked that I never do anything to make her call him again.

I did my best from that day forward, and really believe that was the final time he was called in. I still have that table downstairs in storage just because of this memory.