“Why does she have more than me?” I wondered. “It’s not fair.”
After listening for the whirring noises of my mom’s sewing machine in the basement of our split-level home, I slipped a butter knife from the kitchen and silently marched across the hall into my sister’s bedroom. My fuzzy, footed pajamas felt scratchy on my skin as I dragged my sister’s desk chair over to her tall dresser and hoisted her piggy bank into my arms.
I had spent the better part of the morning comparing the weight of my sister’s bank to my own. The data were consistent and clear. Her bank was heavier. She definitely had more money. It wasn’t fair.
Her bear-shaped bank was beautiful – silver-plated – a majestic figure with a sanguine expression on its face. My bank, shaped like a squat pig, was silver-plated, sure, but ugly and fat with a grimacing countenance. And decidedly lighter.
My heart racing, I carried both banks into my sister’s closet and carefully slid the door closed. Not all the way. It would look more natural that way, in case my mom came looking for me. A sliver of sunlight gleamed across the bear’s peaceful face as I tried to pry off the plastic plug.
“If only my fingers weren’t so stubby,” I told myself. “My mom’s fingers are long and graceful. Why aren’t mine like hers?”
The butter knife made quick work of the plastic cap. I carefully slipped some coins onto the hardwood closet floor. “I want hers and mine,” I thought. “I want all of it.”
Candy. I would buy candy. Reams of delicious, chocolatey goodness. Like Charlie in the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, I’d savor it, slowly and delicately, make the pleasure last forever. I wouldn’t gobble it up like that greedy girl, Veruca, in the movie. No way. And I wouldn’t have to share; wouldn’t have to stop eating until I wanted to.
The pennies would buy Bazooka bubble gum; the nickels, Gold Rush gum – the kind in the little draw-string pouches. I could taste the delicious banana flavor on my tongue as I quietly dug more coins out of the bear’s behind. Laffy Taffy with the dimes; Charleston Chews with the quarters.
“How did my sister get so many quarters?” I wondered. She was swimming in quarters.
“Grandpa? I bet Grandpa slips her quarters,” I thought. “He doesn’t like me because I don’t want to give him hugs. My sister gives him hugs. I bet she gets quarters.”
I only got dimes. My beautiful, loving Italian grandmother secretly slipped me a dime every time I saw her, with the unspoken message I wasn’t to share, wasn’t to tell. I was her favorite, and she gave me the biggest hugs. She also gave me the biggest slices of her perfectly-delicious almond coffee cake. And those dimes.
I sensed the my mom’s presence moments before a rush of sunlight highlighted her dark features.
“Mary Lynn, what the hell are you doing?”
I am linking up with Yeah Write for Week Two of their Summer Writer’s Series.
ah, I love this post!! Your descriptions are perfectly crafted, transporting me right there to that closet. I also loved Gold Rush gum! It was terrible but how could you not love something that came in a burlap sack; treasure like we were Goonies? Childhood memories – gum, grandparents and sibling rivalry. Perfect.
You are so kind! And this is sooo scary. My typical blog posts are one thing. This feels different and scarier. For you?
I would pay big money for some Gold Rush gum! I inhaled that stuff!
oh yes! I had a total meltdown this morning thinking my last post was total crap, not worthy of being in some writing forum and that everyone commenting was lying. I was talked down from the ledge a few minutes later but I guess what I am trying to say is yes. This feels different and scarier too. So thrilled you are linking up again!
Thank you for “getting it.” It’s so weird to think someone who writes as well as you do ever thinks her writing is crap! Unreal!
I want more. I really enjoyed the post. Well written. what is yeah write?
thank you! Yeah Write is a writer’s forum with a weekly writing contest. The summer series is a little different than the contest during the rest of the year. Check it out at http://www.yeahwrite.me.
Love your Charlie and the Chocolate Factory reference. I was thinking about that just before I read your reference. So what happened next?
I’m torn between telling the rest of the story in the comments or in another post! I can tell you that this episode with the piggy bank was the beginning of my decades-long international crime spree!!!
My kids argue about who has more money in their piggy banks — I once caught my son trying to convince his little sister that she could have all of his pennies if she gave him her dollars. Like your mom, I put an end to that one!
Nice post!! And no need to be nervous!
Oh, my mom put an end to my spree alright!! And I’ll never forget that day, specifically because my family won’t let me forget! Thanks for commenting!
OK, I am dying to know what happened with your mom. Well done. Great descriptions.
It was all a dream! JR was never shot! Just kidding … my mom reminds me of this story regularly. I’ll fill you in on the details in a future post! Thank you for caring and for your kind words!
SO GOOD! I was on that floor with you! Please please what happens next??
Thank you!!! I love this feedback! As I mentioned in another comment, I’m torn between spilling the rest of the story here or in another post. I remember a wooden spoon was involved … Thanks for commenting!
ANOTHER POST!!! It deserves another post. Oh man, so good.
Thank you! Another post it is!
I could freakin’ taste the Gold Rush banana flavor. I loved that gum so much. Great story!
Wasn’t that THE best gum ever!! I wonder if we could get some from some obscure website? Or perhaps you still have a stash you’d like to share? Thanks for commenting!
Ahhh… That’s what you were doing in there. Ri, we found the culprit! Is the closet also where you went when you changed my chatty Cathy dolls clothes into your dolls, after you in your infinite wisdom decided she needed a blow out of her plastic hair? Continue on with your story, as long as I get to choose what actress portrays me in the movie!
LB
p.s we all know I was grandma AND grandpas favorite! I got dollars 🙂
How was I to know plastic hair couldn’t be blow-dried? I enjoyed experimenting on your dolls instead of my own – more fun that way! What actress should we be contacting?? xoxo
My parents had a coin jar that I always wanted to steal from, but never quite had the guts. I had all kinds of candy plans for that money, too!
I wish I had your restraint! My money and candy weaknesses are legendary in my family! Thanks for commenting.
Oh jealousy! I understand that feeling, and you captured your own childhood perspective so very well.
Thank you for understanding. Jealousy is a long-time resident in my psyche. I’m happy I’m not alone!
Sibling rivalry. I know it well. It kicked my tushie until I left for college. HAHA!
How did you leave it behind? Please, please tell! It taunts me to this day in many of my girlfriend relationships. Ugh!
What a great post. Did she catch you?
Oh, yes, she caught me! And I’ve never heard the end of it!
Ohhhhh, snap! I totally want to hear what happened next! Except I’m pretty sure I can figure it out . . . 😉
Oh yes you can!! This story is one of my earliest memories and I remember my mom’s reaction perfectly!
oh man was this awesome. i really enjoyed this and felt like i was you in the moment. i really loved how you got back into your mind from when you were a kid. so awesome.
Thank you!!! What a treat to hear such great praise. I appreciate you stopping by!
Very engaging and full of suspense! Can’t wait for the next post!
Thank you! I hope the next one is as much fun to write!
I think the consensus is WE NEED A SEQUEL! Compelling and well done; now get to work on that next post!
Thank you! This is so fun! Am planning the sequel and wondering how my readers would handle similar situation with their 4 or 5 year old? I’ll feature comments in Part II! Thanks!
Good post, but now you have to tell us what happened.
Will do! Thank you!
Great job of pulling us into the mind of a child. I love it when writers have that ability and you had me!
So good! You did an amazing job with the descriptions! I would love to hear more. 🙂
Thank you! I’m planning to write the sequel and am wondering how my readers would handle this situation if this was their four or five year old? I’ll feature your answers in my Part II post! Thanks!!
I remember arguing with my brother over the who had more, who was better, nothing is fair type stuff. I’m curious, were you the younger sister? I love the way you tell the story in a childlike fashion. Jumping from thought to thought, all related and yet different. Then as we’re sucked in to the love for your grandmother (and her love for you), BAM – What the hell are you doing? Great ending!
Thank you! Yes, I’m the younger sis in this story. I’m actually the middle child so I’ve experienced this jealousy and rivalry on both sides. I remember the arguing you mentioned … ugh! Thanks for your kind words!
Yes, it felt little sistery (I’m a little sister!) but I love the idea of you being in the middle and getting it from the other side. It never really occurred to me what a unique perspective a middle sister when it comes to the rivalry. I look forward to reading more 🙂
Well written. I particularly like the description of the banks, a sanguine expression on one, a grimacing countenance, a sliver of sunlight. Nice. Good tension with the image of the door not quite closed and the approach of your mother. I like it.
Thank you! What wonderful feedback! I appreciate you taking time to comment.
So well written. I was right there next to you, cheering you on to get just *one* more handful of quarters before being busted by Mom. Thanks for dropping by this morning…so glad to have “met” you!
Happy to meet you too! Thanks for rooting for me. And my stealing!
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Wonderful writing. You left us hanging, but I kinda like the ending just the way it is.
Thank you!