The Sky Fell 62 Years Ago Today

I only have 2 memories of when I was 5. They both involve the sky falling down.

The first memory is  being Chicken Little* in kindergarten.  Parents and siblings were invited to watch this Production (capital “P”)  I was chosen to be Chicken Little – An honor that involved putting a brown bag over my head that the teacher had decorated to look like a chicken – it had opening for my eyes.  As the star I was to walk around and meet the other characters, fellow kindergarteners with bags over their heads, while the teacher read the story about the Chicken Little who got hit on the head with an acorn and thought  the sky was falling down.  I was scared.  I remember crying and crying.  I wanted my Mother.

The second memory was walking home from school. (Those were the days when children didn’t wear helmets and rode in the front seat of the car, no seatbelts).  Within sight of our house I tripped on the sidewalk and scrapped my knee.  Not a bad scrape but I cried and cried all the way home.  I wanted my mother.

That was the day my mother was to come home from the hospital with a baby.  (Those were the days when you stayed in the hospital for a week after giving birth).

I didn’t know what to expect. WHAT was this baby coming home with her.  I was only sure that I wanted my mother.  The mother that I had all to myself for my entire life.

I remember walking into our small 2 bedroom house,  finding my mother in bed holding this “thing”.  I cried and cried.  The sky had indeed fallen down.

Happy Birthday Rick!

I’m not sorry I tortured you all those many years ago.  It makes REALLY funny stories now.

I am glad you were born.

I love you.

You’re forgiven for the “torture”, though sticking my head between your knees and jumping made for premature (and still-red) couliflower ears. Always the actress, your faking the air-raid test sirens “getting you” also has made me acutely aware of sudden loud noises (and both also probable causes of my tinnitus). Perhaps my insurance can bill you for treatment? Still your younger brother-with LOVE.

*”There are several Western versions of the story, of which the best-known concerns a chick that believes the sky is falling when an acorn falls on its head. The chick decides to tell the King and on its journey meets other animals (mostly other fowl) which join it in the quest. After this point, there are many endings. In the most familiar, a fox invites them to its lair and there eats them all. Alternatively, the last one, usually Cocky Lockey, survives long enough to warn the chick, who escapes. In others all are rescued and finally speak to the King. In most retellings, the animals have rhyming names, commonly Chicken Little or Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey, Turkey Lurkey and Foxy Loxy.”