I came home from school just in the first grade to discover that Martha had chicken pox…10 days later so did I.
My first experience with “pot” and Martha, As kids do instead of playing w/toys, we were playing w/a big soup pot. I promised Martha I’d give her a turn when I was finished, running and sitting in the pot. I took a longer turn than Martha wanted, so she hurls a rock at me which landed sort of between my eyes. I have a hint of the scar today, fifty years now.
Well into my teen years, I was afraid of the dark. Even as late as the Cornstalk Rd house I remember leaving my bed and getting into bed w/Martha. She hated that and but always gave in (even after I layed in the floor for a bit).
Given the fact that I was once afraid of the dark, it is hard to believe I now live totally alone and go outside in the dark without a thought…what was I thinking?! There usually aren’t any boogie men in the dark. I’ve discovered most of the bad men in the clear blue daylight!