What was probably only a couple of hours seemed like an eternity

When I was in sixth grade, my parents found a slip of paper in the weekly circular that was delivered to our door. It said, “Paperboy Wanted.” And so Mom and Dad, in the interest of teaching my sister and me the value of hard work, got us hired for our first job.

My eleven year old sister and I were now required to take a stack of advertising fliers, roll each up into a cylinder, slip on a rubber band, and deliver these papers door-to-door in our small town of eight hundred. My sister walked one half of town, and I walked the other. Fortunately, instead of getting up at the break of dawn to deliver these papers, we were able to deliver them after school. I also thanked my lucky stars that since these were advertisements, I didn’t have to go door-to-door asking for payment. Unfortunately, every house got a paper and the time it took delivering a circular to each and every house seemed endless. Once a week, my sister and I walked home from school to start rolling papers for a strenuous job that paid very little.

One day, as I was trudging along the main street to deliver my load of tightly bound cylinders, the wind began to pick up. I looked up at the trees. Branches were waving back and forth, and the leaves were twirling around in the air. The sky was turning dark. A dog at the next house started barking. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I wanted to turn back and go home; my house was only a couple of blocks away. But no, the lesson of working hard had already stuck. I kept on, looping rubber bands around doorknobs. It started to sprinkle. Big, fat drops hit the sidewalk. Then, the storm hit. Rain began pouring out of the sky.

Dad pulled up next to me in the car. He had come out searching for me on one side of town and my sister on the other. He helped us finish our route. In the drenching rain, we dashed out of the car to hang the paper from people’s doors, since that was what we were paid to do.

What a relief when our bags were empty and the papers were all delivered! Dad took us home. Mom placed two drenched, shivering girls into a warm bath and fed us dinner. I’ll never forget that feeling of coziness and comfort of finally being home and being taken care of.

To this day, if the wind starts whipping tree branches around, I feel uneasy. When I hear the sound of leaves rustling wildly in the trees, I shiver a little bit, even on a warm day.

Mama's Losin' It

Even though this session of Mommy’s Piggy Tales is over, I’m still writing about my growing up years! If you are interesting in writing about your youth, another session of Mommy’s Piggy TALES is beginning on Thursday, October 7. Don’t want to remember that far back? I’ll be guest hosting “My Young Adult Years” at Mommy’s Piggy TALES starting Monday, October 11. I hope you’ll join us!

Mommy’s Piggy Tales: Letters From Home

Aug. 25, 1987

Dear Ginny,
    I will try to make Tues. my day to write to you. Your Father has already written, as he cannot stop talking about leaving his little Ginny at college…I hope that today you will have good luck registering for classes and getting your books. Everything else should be a piece of cake! As classes start, I’m sure you’ll get into a routine and settle in quickly. Of course, many people asked about you Sunday (it couldn’t be because Daddy mentioned taking you to college in his sermon, could it?!) Everyone wishes you well.

                                                                      We love you,


Dear Ginny,
    This is my day off, but I had chapel today and did some other stuff…Last night Mom and Meredith went to the Lyric Opera. The G—-‘s couldn’t go so they gave us the tickets. I couldn’t go with Mom — had an appointment and PTL meeting — so Meredith went. It was a modern one, so a little boring — but O.K. I guess. I love you ginny — God keep you safe. Behave and study a lot!



Dear Ginny,

    Did you really think I wasn’t going to write you? What kind of a sister do you think I am?…People keep asking me if I miss you. Of all the stupid questions! I must’ve got asked that 15 times yesterday. It was driving me absolutely nutso!… I think I shall write a letter to K, too. —From hearing stories about what her roommate is like, it sounds like she could use a little cheering up! So I’ll say goodbye — you could write back, if you really wanted too! Have fun (but be good!)

                                                                      (your sister)


Tuesday, August 25, 1987

Dear Ginny,
   Thank you very much for the two-dollar bill. I will never spend it. The year when it was printed is the year I was born in!….How is the weather you’re having? It rained last night and has been raining almost all day. How are you getting along with Peggy? Is she nice? By her picture I would think she is. When you get this, I won’t expect you to write back right away because you’ll probably be very busy. When you do write back you could combine letters on one piece of paper.
                                                                      Yours truly,
                                                                       Jamie (your loving brother. HaHa)


Sept. 15, 1987

Dear Ginny,
    I’m sorry I haven’t been writing. I haven’t forgotten about you. Actually, I kept reminding myself to write to you. School is keeping me busy (probably not as busy as you, but busy).
    This typewriter is driving me crazy. You must be glad to have the new one. Have You used it much?…I don’t mind if you show this to your friends, but if you do, tell them I’m doing the righ t fingering, not just picking it out with my first finger.
   Don’t get homesick, just keep in mind that we love you. Write as much as you can, because I love mail, too. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO and many more!!
                                                                    Your  Loving Sister,
                                                                    Heather Jo

P.S. Which is X and which is O?

As I was going through my memory box for earlier posts, I found a stack of old letters I had saved. These are excerpts from letters I received soon after I left for college.

Continue telling Mommy’s Piggy TALES with me! Starting October 11, I’ll be writing a guest post on my Young Adult Years each Monday at Mommy’s Piggy TALES! We will write six posts remembering our young adult years. Janna, author of Mommy’s Piggy TALES, and I will provide suggested prompts to help you write your posts. Please email me – lemondroppie(at)gmail(dot)com – to sign up!