A dear friend reminded me that I had suggested the name, “Curtain Rods” for our little four-girl clubhouse moniker. Apparently eccentricity may begin at an early age? Either that or I was wishing I had curtain rods in the bedroom my sister and I shared in that first home we rented!
The cool thing about that un-draped bedroom was that we each had our own twin bed, and we could run a string with a bucket on it from one end to the other, five feet away. We passed messages and dumb stuff back and forth to avoid sleep. I can only imagine what will happen soon enough with the twin granddaughters who have already managed to understand the meaning of, “delay bed time.”
The little gifts of an idyllic childhood.
Ahhhhh. I can just picture it! ~