Inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #87: Morning
What do mornings mean to you?
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My soul never thinks of beginning to wake up for other people till lunch-time, and never does so completely till it has been taken out of doors and aired in the sunshine. Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning? It is the hour of savage instincts and natural tendencies
Countess Van Arnim
Amen!
There’s a reason I have no photographs of sunrises. I am still asleep – or not yet fully conscious – that early in the day. My mornings need to evolve. I shift into fully awake mode after drinking an oversize mug of coffee. Plus finishing breakfast and the morning newspaper’s mix of news…both happy and not.
Empty nest retirement definitely has its pluses.
When I was growing up, however, my weekdays began at high speed. School day mornings…a blur…
Get Ready For School Hurry Up You’ll Miss The Bus! Finish your breakfast! Come Back You Forgot Your Lunch! Hurry! The Bus Is Coming! The Bus Is Coming!
Childhood weekends – thankfully – were a different story…
Early on a Saturday morning…the year I was 9: my 7 ½ year old sister, 6 year old brother and I would tiptoe down the hall of our small ranch style home. Careful not to disturb our sleeping parents.
If our 2+ year old baby sister was awake and willing to be quiet, she joined us.
SHHHHH!
A carpeted hallway covered the short distance from our bedrooms to the living/dining room. After just a few quick trips we had gathered all the toys we needed. Since the black & white television was in my parents’ room at the time, we were on our own to entertain ourselves.
And entertain we did.
The Barbies – (with friend Midge) – strutted around straight legged showing off their tiny don’t-step-on-them-with-your-bare-feet shoes and stretchy outfits. Ken made an appearance, but usually as an afterthought. My sister’s pink Barbie car transported B&K in a circular route under the dining room table…often without their clothes on. Sometimes Ken’s arm was removed and inserted in his torso backwards. Creativity on the loose. I’ll admit those adventures were mostly my idea. My sister loved Barbie like crazy, but I was quickly bored. Hence the unusual Saturday morning escapades. Which we all considered quite clever and hysterical.
My brother brought to the excitement an assortment of small green plastic army men, a GI Joe and an array of stuffed animals – many based on cartoon characters. Yogi Bear. Huckleberry Hound. Barney Rubble. Bugs Bunny – with a string…which when pulled…gave voice to What’s Up Doc?
Despite the differences in size and species, plush bunnies & bears interacted with dolls without a single problem. In whispers and hushed tones. Barbie to Yogi: Where’s the pic-a-nic basket?. Bugs to Ken: Got any carrots?. And so on.
Miraculously the 3 (or 4) of us played seamlessly together during those early childhood mornings. We didn’t argue. Or poke each other. We took turns. It was quite remarkable. And unusual.
Our common goal: Don’t wake up mommy and daddy!
Those Saturday hours with my sisters and brother are precious in memory. They represent moments of our best times together.
Reality and its rivalries shifted back to normal when my parents woke up. And the day started for real.
Until the next weekend…when the crowd gathered once again.

I’m glad you had a great childhood. That’s so important! Yay for rolling outta bed when ya want to, same here. Love the photo, happy times. ❤️
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Thanks! Those moments of my childhood were happy. They were a treasured exception to the norm. Yes, I agree – these days it’s great to get up when ya want to 🙂
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I love your stories from childhood! I had one of those talking Bugs Bunny, and of course, Barbie and Midge. Amazing that you all got along to play quietly. Lucky parents.
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Thank you. I enjoy sifting out the happy stories. We got along best when we were left to our own devices – no parents present.
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That’s amazing. Certainly not my experince, lol.
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I am grateful we all got along at some point!
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Lol
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I love the photo — and I still have Midge. 🙂
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Thank you. I think it’s so interesting that Barbie was given a girlfriend (maybe more than 1?). I don’t think Ken got a male friend. The marketing team perhaps noted the importance of female friendships. Or they saw the potential for more $!
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I think that’s almost the same with human men. I guess some have buddies, but women seem more apt to have a group of same-sex friends.
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I agree. It’s always puzzled me.
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Loved all of this!! I, too, am a member in good standing (slumping or prone) of the “not a morning person” club. And boy, the memories around Barbies–we had the house, the car, and a host of different Barbies…along with Ken–and the rival, GI Joe 🙂 The weekend is close, deep breath 🙂 ❤
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Thank you! I know, it’s been a long week. (there was also the kid sister Skipper at one point – past when I was into it at all)
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I’d forgotten “Midge”, and “Skipper” as well…not sure if we had those. My mom sewed most of the Barbie outfits–to save cost, and she was a superior seamstress 🙂
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My “Grammy” sewed some of our doll clothes as well 🙂
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That’s good–because those outfits were costly 🙂
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Yes they were!
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🙂
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Definitely memories to cherish!
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Thank you 😊
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I have fond memories of Saturday mornings as a child….getting up and watching cartoons, Roy Rogers, Sky King, etc….etc.
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When the television got moved out of my parents’ bedroom that’s what we did too. Road Runner, Bugs Bunny…but Mighty Mouse was my favorite. 🙂
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Ah yes, I liked him too.
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He always “saved the day!” – very appealing 🙂
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Yes, a true hero.
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I was really drawn into your week-end morning story with siblings. Such happy times! Wonderful photo, Andrea. ❤
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Thank you – those were happy mornings. 🙂 My father took that photo – which I am so glad to have all these years later.
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Good for your father. My mother was the photo taker in our family. Glad she did also. 🙂
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Yes! He had a tiny little Minox camera (similar in size to a cigarette lighter) – and he could take pictures on the sly. It only did black and white, but he got some great candids – as well as posed ones like this. 🙂
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Those were good times, I’m sure. Mornings will do that to you. Makes you feel like you got a little something extra outta the day😊 And it was amazing that you guys didn’t wake your parents.
Pat
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They were good times. Yes, looking back it is surprising we didn’t wake them. I am not sure how much time actually passed while we were playing. 🙂
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Probably not that long.😊
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