The Bumblebee Story

Melissa, founder of Bigger Picture Blogs, and I are reading Wild Minds: Living the Writer’s Life by Natalie Goldberg. In her latest post about Wild Mind, Melissa apologizes for being behind in her reading, but if she’s behind, than I am way, way behind!

In Chapter 15, Natalie challenges us, the readers, to do an oral “I remember.” She tells us to do them with friends, and so here in the blogging world, telling a story means doing a vlog. In the following video, I tell about one of my first memories. (If you are reading this post in your email, please click to Lemon Drop Pie to watch the video.)

This story may sound familiar to some of you; I wrote about it a while back for Mommy’s Piggy Tales. Here’s what I wrote:

When I was little, I spent the whole summer with bare feet. So it is no surprise to me that I remember having bare feet when we were moving from Nebraska to Illinois.

I was three years old, and we were spending the night in a hotel. My grandparents, your great-grandma and grandpa, were helping us move, and Grandpa Jim was driving the moving truck. We got to the hotel first, and as we saw Grandpa Jim pulling the truck into the parking lot, I ran down the sidewalk waving to him. Great-Grandpa was just behind me, and he saw something I didn’t see — a big ol’ bumblebee, flying down from the roof of the hotel straight for my big toe! He ran up behind me, grabbed me under the arms, (I remember seeing his brown shoes) and yanked me away from that bee!

That bee had a one-track mind, and he stung my big toe anyway! It hurt like the dickens! Grandma Loreeta immediately put some ice in a bowl, and we soaked my toe in ice water. That made my toe feel a lot better!

Thank you for joining me on my trip down memory lane!

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4 Replies to “The Bumblebee Story”

  1. I'v e only been stung once in my life so far. It was at a swimming pool as I was walking. It was on the bottom of my foot. I too remember it hurting like crazy. I couldn't wear a shoe for at least a few days.

  2. My daughter got stung by a bee when she was three years old, too. There was a bee on the slide and she didn't know what it was so she picked it up to investigate and…yeah, you can imagine. I'm sure that will be one of *her* earliest childhood memories!

    I can see why your kids like to hear this story. Thank goodness for your resourceful grandma with the bowl of ice! Isn't it wonderful the way even a bad memory can be mixed up with a memory of love and caring?

  3. Bee sting = no fun! I was stung recently and had to Google what to do to keep it from swelling up like crazy. It said to remove the stinger which I did right away and then apply ice. I never would have known to do either of those things. Thank goodness for Google :).

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