Smoked Meat and Baby Shampoo

We took a whole Devonshire Street School picture that spring of ’82. The school was closing due to low enrollment and the first grade class lined up. We had Mrs. Butterbaugh the first semester with her pictures of ‘ph’ (phone) and ‘sh’ (shoe) and ‘ng’ (can’t remember) words around the room; and Mrs. Tate the second semester with no pictures.

We walked out to the big kids’ playground where all the students except for the kindergarteners were. Sixth grade in back. We lined up in front and I was the smallest first grader there. We looked up and squinted in the sun and watched the photographer complete my first memory of spring.

The late May snow gave Zach and me a last chance to shovel our driveway. We had to hurry to get it shoveled before it melted. Anna growled, wanting to come with, but we decided you had to be at least one-year-old to shovel snow.

We had put the winter gear away... thus his rain boots.

We had put the winter gear away… thus his rain boots.

The 18-hour-a-day sun returned to green the grass and call the moose. We barbecued burgers and traded our sleds for bikes as my third favorite season began.

The boy, who a year ago could neither walk nor climb the stairs, has been joined by his sister. Baths and grass eating are far more frequent now.

Anna Stairs

And Zach loves the double-long stroller.

Zach stands up to get a better view of the excavator.

Zach stands up to get a better view of the excavator.

You can’t see me squinting in the black and white panoramic photo of the last Devonshire Street School class. The sun reflected off of my glasses. I started Topeka Drive the next fall. But it’s that spring I remember. And that photo that I had one copy of. I spilled soda on it about 20 years ago.

About Jimmy

The stories herein are about a sentimental 80s child who cried at every showing of ET (the sad part where he was lying in the wash) and his families, then and now. His wife, son, parents, and siblings play their parts well. They have their exits and their entrances. Sometimes their exits are sad, but not as sad as ET.
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11 Responses to Smoked Meat and Baby Shampoo

  1. inkline says:

    Good thing you have me around to take the pictures. 🙂

  2. Dianna says:

    Glad to see a post from you; I’ve missed you! Those little ones are growing up too fast, just as children are prone to do…..

  3. Jimmy, good to see you again! It’s been a while. The family has grown! To baths and grass eating! 😀 Have a great summer. Sharon

  4. Ron says:

    That was gr (great).

  5. colonialist says:

    Sodas have a lot to answer for. Photos, waistlines, clothes …
    That is a deluxe stroller – just needs a motor.

  6. Maxi says:

    Omg, I thought Anna was Zach for a minute. You have two wonderful, precious kids there Jimmy. God bless ~ maxi

  7. Jin Ai says:

    Love that the two of you are shoveling together 🙂 Precious moments!

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