It’s all fun and games until fire, homelessness and pleurisy hit

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Growing up in my house, we were always one catastrophe away from Armageddon.

Or so my parents thought.opened refrigerator inside full of various foodstuff

It was not unusual to hear my father yelling, “Who left the refrigerator door open? Do you want the motor to burn out and start a fire?”

I assure you, to this day, my sisters and I keep our refrigerator doors firmly closed.

We also keep a stove that could pass an operating room sterility test. And as we wipe our respective units down with hot, soapy water I’m sure we all hear my father’s voice telling us how easily food-borne bacteria can spread. And then about the multitude of diseases just waiting to attack.

My mother’s version of catastrophe was slightly different. To wear an unironed school blouse was to risk the outside world thinking we were unwashed heathens with slovenly habits. That was to be avoided at all costs. Because everyone knows a reputation like that cannot be lived down and will result in being turned down by the best colleges, employers and spouses, only to end up homeless and destitute, thinking, “If only I had ironed that blouse back in sixth grade, I could have been somebody.”

Other things I lived in family-born fear of:

Bringing a pencil that was not a No. 2 to any standardized test.

Forgetting a sin in confession and having it besmirch my soul for even longer.

Sneezing multiple times as a sure indicator of pneumonia or pleurisy.

Drowning because I swam in a friend’s pool only 30 minutes after eating instead of the requisite hour, resulting in the dreaded stomach cramps my parents always said I’d get in that scenario.

Losing a toe from biking in flip flops.

Phew. I’m sure you can add some of your own, particularly if you grew up in a large, guilt-ridden Catholic family. Feel free to chime in.

All of this angst over potential catastrophe and yet:

FeaturePics-Dummy-122303-656688I rode in the “way back” of a 1970s station wagon during my formative years. Sans seatbelt, just inches away from the rear bumper and facing the rear window.

I played within feet of my father spraying Malathion on our bushes to rid them of scale.

My friends and I played in deserted woods at age eight, hung out at the mall alone at age 12, rode bikes without helmets and slept with the windows open with no fear of being abducted.

None of these situations were considered catastrophe fodder.

In my parents’ defense, we were a bit accident prone. My sister had to be fished out of the ocean after jumping off a pier in Florida when she saw a fish she liked in the water. I had to be fished out of a duck pond for the same. (Which is why my family is not taking the family cruise my sister suggested—too much room for a man overboard situation. We think it’s in the genes.)

Another sister was constantly getting her arm out of socket. There were multiple car accidents as our new drivers bent down to pick up fallen eyeglasses, or backed out of the driveway into our fence while crying hysterically about a breakup. A bird pooped on a prom updo doing pre-prom pics. Nothing horrific but the list goes on.

And we did actually have a small fire once. But not because of the refrigerator. It was the furnace. I guess you just can’t cover all catastrophes in your daily worries, eh?

I like to think I’m much calmer in raising my children, not encouraging irrational fears.

Just last night, though, my nine-year-old son showed me otherwise.

“I’m heading to the ladies’ room. I’ll be right back,” I said to him at our restaurant table.

“Hurry back,” he said. “If you’re not out of there in one minute, I’ll worry.”

Which is precisely what I say to him every time I send him into a men’s restroom. As I envision myself charging in to save him from some crazed pedophile.

Looks like we have some work to do . . .

Don’t roll your eyes like that.

They’ll get stuck that way.

Or so I was told.

 

 

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15 Comments Add yours

  1. Cindy Tartz Dadik says:

    On instinct, I blurted out at the dinner table to my daughter who was trying out her new eye trick “don’t cross your eyes or they’ll get stuck that way forever.” I was shocked that I said this and had to quickly look down at my plate so as to not burst out laughing while my husband looked at me in shock. We could hardly look at each other through the rest of dinner!

  2. Astonishing that you made it to adulthood. My mother always told me, before I embarked on something that looked risky and adventurous, ‘Well don’t come running to me if you break your leg.’

  3. Kami says:

    Those were the days, huh? Running wild and free all day without a grownup in sight and waiting in the car with all the siblings while mom went in the store for “just a minute.” I’d have liked having knee socks that didn’t always fall down over the ironed shirt, though. Great trip down memory lane, thanks!

  4. markbialczak says:

    Ah, yes, there are no such thing as irrational fears, Kay, only rational fears that are at the bottom of a really long list slowly working their way to the top …

    I am certain I will wake up with a wild animal cavorting through the house one morning if the screen door to the back porch is not slid tightly closed at bed time.

    1. candidkay says:

      You’re talking to a woman who had a bird or two in the house when we added on, Mark:). As well as a couple of dogs that weren’t ours:) I know I should reassure you–but not so irrational!

  5. 🙂 Love this! I remember the one about getting stomach cramps if you eat just before swimming. And on an eating related note, you couldn’t have the bread rolls when they’d just come out of the oven (and tasted the best!) as that would make you ill.

    1. candidkay says:

      The bread rolls one is new to me, Andrea:). LOL. Thank goodness my parents hadn’t heard that one!

  6. I love your humour!!

    1. candidkay says:

      Thank you:). An acquired taste, sometimes . . .

  7. ij731 says:

    Ha! Same experience, except I grew up in a Baptist household.

  8. candidkay says:

    You may have been there in my early formative years, Jim, but I probably wouldn’t have noticed. Our household was a bit chaotic–you would just have been another body in the room:).

  9. Jim Simon says:

    Brilliant. Were we separated at birth?

  10. *raises hand* 8 years in Catholic School.

    1. candidkay says:

      Ah, yes. It’s a tribe, isn’t it? 🙂

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