One time he built a model ship. It was a fairly large, sailing "pirate" style ship, and the sails and lines were all done in string. It was super intricate and he worked on it forever. When he was done, my parents relocated the school photos from the top of the television so it could be displayed there in our living room.
I bet that thing wasn't even there a day when our border collie got jazzed up about something and careened into the TV stand. The ship teetered and fell to the ground, smashing into a giant, irreparable tangle.
My brother about had a grand mal seizure.
Memories are a funny thing ... I can say with surety that this happened over 30 years ago and was rarely if ever spoken of afterwards for obvious reasons. And for some reason this came to mind this afternoon.
I emailed my brother to see if he remembered this, and if he ever recovered emotionally from the trauma of it all.
He has yet to respond.
2 comments:
I, too, loved my modle building. I was a grown (???) man when I did my first full scale model (Old Ironsides) with all the rigging. I kept it around for several years, but it got busted up during a move. It was okay, though. I was getting tired of it anyway.
He will remember!
He might even still be recovering!
Hope you and your family are doing well, girl!
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