Easter Saturday - 11th April 2020 - Isolation Day Unknown
'Muuummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy'. Came the shriek from the bathroom. I rushed in thinking that he'd just laid his own Easter eggs. Nope, it wasn't an emergency like the tone of voice had alerted me to. He just had a burning question and wanted it answered.
'Mummy, tell me about your childhood'. ' What now I said?, you're on the toilet. Yep now. Let me stand on the other side of the door so I can breathe, do you want to finish and come and sit on the bed with some pillows and a cuddle and I can tell you. He obviously was taking after Daddy and had planned on being there for a while. ' No thanks, get comfortable' he said.
I'm not sure what specific details he was after, or where I was going to start. Did he expect me to start with a land before time story, or that there were dinosaurs roaming the Earth and strange predators flying over head, or that I was Elsa part of the ice age creating delicate crystal palaces from my magic fingertips?
I was flooded with thoughts, questions and memories. What would he remember from his childhood?
Well, they were simpler times I started with. No technology, no phones or i-pads, just our imagination and days filled with play.
We had a trampoline and bikes and a big oak tree. There was no net around our trampoline, the springs were rusty and they used to pinch you as you climbed on. When the legs went rusty and were taken off, the trampoline then doubled as a great place to star gaze with Dad and watch the satellites with blankets and pillows as a teen.
' Didn't you live in a corn field?' No sweetheart, we grew corn in the backyard. Big lush yellow cobs we'd eat raw. It made me think to the overgrown weed filled vegetable garden we'd attempted to grow last year.
'What about the bobby thing?' Ohh the billy cart, I said. 'Yes Mum, tell me about that'. 'My Grandpa made it for me, it was the most amazing thing you'd ever seen. It was made from bits of old lawn mower, a dismantled seat and all other treasures that he could find'. There was a stand on the back for someone to ride on and you could steer with your feet. It was simply, second to the tandem bike he made us, the best thing ever. 'Can Grandpa make me one?'
I'll never forget the day my Dad took my billy cart to the tip. He said it was old junk. It was way more than old junk. It was recycled treasure, it was filled with love and it was my childhood. The tandem bike is yet to see the same fate, it sits rusting in my 95 year old Grandmothers garage. I think now is the perfect time for it to make a comeback. I think I've got an isolation project for Grandpa.
The days at the minute are long, there are many new grey hairs with my children's names etched into each strand, but at that moment whilst he was savouring my every word, it was a great reminder that these are the days that he will remember and hopefully in years to come tell his children.