Another surprising photo turned up, and I don't know how long I've had it. I believe my father gave it to me when he and I were looking through his boxes of old pictures. That was a pleasant time, sitting at his kitchen table surrounded by black and white photos, and listening to him try to remember who the people were and what was going on.
In this one, I am with my brothers Bill, Tom and Joe, my sister Judy, I think? and the Moran children. This was taken at our first house in Centreville, Virginia, on Beanblossom Road, probably around 1955. The Morans lived behind us--there was a path through the piney woods that led from our back yard to theirs. The Morans were all blonde-haired, well-tanned and rowdy. We loved to play with them although I think they made my mother nervous--and that's saying something as we weren't too tame ourselves.
One of the things we loved to do was roll on a barrel. We'd get an old metal drum and lay it on its side--30-gallon size was best, but we tried it on 55-gallon drums too--and stand on top of of it. Then by walking backwards or forwards on the rounded side we could roll the drum. It was awesome if there was a little slope as the drum would roll faster and we had to be fast with our feet to stay on top of it.
One day when the Morans were over we had the brilliant idea to get inside the drum and have someone stand on top rolling it. I was inside, as I recall; whoever it was on top started rolling and I started screaming, because I was tumbling all about inside, and it hurt! Another bright idea we had was to put a washtub on someone's head and beat on it with a hammer, like a drum. Tom or Joe, I think, had the drum on his head and Pinkie Moran was beating on it. That lasted only seconds!
Maybe I can see why Mom didn't really like us playing with the Morans after all.
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