As I was pondering what to write today
I was remembering winter days as a kid
when my brother and I would lace up our
ice skates and head for the swampy area
between our house and Penn's Creek.
This was an area that had just enough water
in it to freeze over but also had weeds and
catty-nine-tails popping up all through it.
Frequently the red head kid from the house
next door would join us in whatever mischief
or activity we would get into.
His nickname was Bump.
Given to him by his family, not ours.
Although, I am pretty sure there were times
that my Dad would have helped him to
live up to his nickname.
I remember one of those days while we were
out skating on the swamp when I collided with
Bump. Down we went, his skate cutting my
face just beside my eye. An accident, for sure,
but it pointed out the dangers of skating under
I'll never forget one day that Bump
decided to surprise my Dad.
He brought supplies to wax our car.
The wax went onto the dirty car....
Nope, he didn't wash it first.
Just smeared the wax all over the car.
Allan and I may, or may not, have helped him....
We were just innocent little kids....
We had never waxed a car before!
I remember the white wax smeared all over
the car in circular motions with dirt all
I also remember the roar that came from my
Dad when he discovered this kind deed in
Bump was in trouble.
But, you know, as upset as my Dad was
with this kid he came to understand that it
was a deed done from a desire to please.
I don't remember how the mess was remedied.
Maybe Mom does and can fill us in, but I do
know that for years after that this was a family
memory that caused the shaking of the head
mixed with laughter between my parents.
Bump was that kid who tried to get
us younger kids to chew tobacco.
Made all the more interesting to him that
we were the Preacher's kids.
If only he could get us to chew...
what a story he would have to tell.
At least that is how our parents kept us
from being interested in his nasty habits.
I wasn't going to be his pawn
for story telling pleasure!
It was Bump's name that came up
on our family vacations as we were
approaching a bridge or work zone
on the highway and there would be
a sign that simply said,
We kids would laugh
hysterically that we were
running over Bump!
When Bump's family moved we never
paid attention to where they went.
He wasn't that kind of a friend....
and yet he had an impact on our
He is a fond memory from those
Not because he was so good.
But, because of the lessons learned
because of his actions.
Do you have a "Bump" in your
family memory vault?