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Let’s Pretend!

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

“Life’s like a movie, write your own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending.” ~ Jim Henson

(ITALIAN LESSON: pretend = pretendere)

I loved to pretend when I was a kid (and still do). My imagination would have a field day with made-up scenarios, colorful characters and silly games. Just for sht!ts and giggles I shared a few of them here, and hope you’ll add one or two of your faves when you’re done reading this post before you go out to play, OK?

  • Rock Star – you know, when you sing into your hairbrush and the crowd goes WILD! Pretty normal stuff, but that may be where normal ends
  • Orphanage – pretending to be lonely little orphans seeking a new home and awaiting our rations for the day
  • Indian Boy & Devil Dog – When naughty Devil Dog showed up to harass my cousin Tracy, she had to yell help so the mystical and powerful Indian Boy could rescue her from the evil and annoying dog (both parts were played by yours truly).
  • The Great Gazoo! – Tracy & I used to “fly” around the house when we put on our hand-crocheted slippers lovingly made by Nan. Don’t mock, those little footies had some kick-ass magical powers, and besides that, The Flintstones ruled!
  • “Father” Romano – Yes, I played a “Priest” who delivered communion to my congregation (usually my cousin and dog). Our wafer was white bread squashed in the shape of a quarter.
  • The King and I – Some days I was the King, and others all I had to do was wrap Mom’s beautiful “King & I” robe around me, and in an instant I turned into the British school teacher waiting for the “March of the Children”. One of my favorite scenes from a true classic starring Yul Brenner.

    Need a memory jog? Check this out:

    So, let’s hear about YOUR fun! Please share in our comments spot HERE.

    p.s. a bit more about orphanage & Sunday services can be found at this post.

  • Dad’s Imaginative Imagination

    Saturday, April 7th, 2012

    “Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.” ~ Bill Cosby

    My Dad — there were so many things about him I simply adored, like how he’d get all misty-eyed when Moses walks down from the mountain with those tablets in The Ten Commandments, how he’d join me to munch on saltines in the middle of the night when I wasn’t feeling well, even those infamous Vicks Vapo smears (see: the VICKS post) but it was his imagination I truly admired.

    ITALIAN LESSON: Pancake (crepe) = crespella

    While making pancakes last Sunday, I had a sweet reminder of Dad when the batter I poured into the skillet formed a funny little shape. I remember he used to find turtles, butterflies, dogs and many other cute little critters in the pancakes Mom would make. He’d call me over to confirm his findings, especially if Mom wasn’t seeing it, I always did.

    Ahhh, the little things in life are what really count in the end. Savor them. Remember to stop and smell the coffee beans — and enjoy your pancakes.

    Please share one of your favorite memories of the “little things” in the comments section: HERE.