Friday, April 6, 2012

F is for Fumbling Fingers

     One of the few reasons we drove across the big bridge to Louisville when I was growing up was to go to the huge farmers market down on Market Street.   Mom loved to go to the giant open air market where she could buy everything from flowers to fresh vegetables.  Daddy would drive and we would all pile into the car for the trip.

    When we got to New Albany we drove through town to the old railroad bridge.   My sister and I called it the singing bridge because the tires on the metal surface made a loud humming noise.  We loved that part of the trip!   Once we reached the market we couldn't wait for daddy to find a parking place so we could shop.

     After what seemed like hours, mom would make her final purchases and daddy would carry them to the car.  All was going as planned until...

     Daddy opened the trunk lid and dropped his keys in his pocket, freeing up his hands to place the purchases in the trunk.  When every last package had been put in the car he reached up and slammed the trunk lid shut.    At that instant a blood curdling scream pierced the air.

     Six year old mini me who was always bouncing around with my nose into everything had been watching daddy put the items in the trunk from just a little too close.  When he slammed the lid he caught my thumb inside.     Of course the trunk lid locked.  With me screaming and mom yelling, daddy frantically fumbled around in his pocket trying to get his keys out.     The few seconds it took him seemed like  an hour in slow motion.

     Finally getting the trunk open, they put me in the car and rushed me to Jewish Hospital emergency room  where we spent the rest of the afternoon.  Nothing was broken, only bruised badly and very sore.

     I'm sure we made more trips to market after that but I don't really remember them.  This particular trip, though, is one I'll never forget!

Until next time...that's my view.
Kat       



  






8 comments:

  1. I suppose most kids slam something in the car door/trunk at some point in their childhood. I know I did. Though I don't remember it that vividly! Your description of the singing bridge brought back memories though. There are a lot of those in New England. :)

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    1. Yes, Beth, I think it must be some kind of rite of passage or something. :D

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  2. geez, I just remember getting my hand slammed in the door when I was a kid. Another kid and i were playing and she did it by accident. But i was screaming for her to go inside and get my mommy, and I guess she was too scared, so she went inside but didn't tell anyone! Luckily I was a loud screamer!! I was only badly bruised too, hard to imagine really....

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    1. I guess when we are kids our bones are softer and don't break as easy. Good thing!

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  3. My brother-in-law closed my finger in his truck just a few years ago. I was helping to carry things in from his trunk and he hit the auto close button and I didn't know, so I reached in for one more thing! OUCH...it's good now because he is sooooooooooo sorry! he he

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    1. Ouch! I'm sure you would never hold it over his head! hehehe

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  4. ouch! i bet that was so painful....

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    1. I remember screaming so I think it must have been! :D

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