Staircases are so cool, aren't they? This particular staircase was in my Aunt Hettie's home. You've likely read other blogs that mention her and her home. Oh the memories and good times I had in this place. My siblings and I were your fairly normal kids who took advantage of an opportunity to have fun and be mischievous. I guess by now you may have an idea of where this is going.
Yes, we would run into the house and head straight up the stairs all the way to the top. The race was on between the four of us crazy kids. Being the second oldest, I had an advantage sometimes over the two younger ones but not my older brother. The banister was calling our names for a ride down the railing.
It was a fairly old house having been built in the late 1800's as I recall. Back in those days it seemed houses were built better, at least the staircase, especially the banister. It was a long railing or seemed to be to us kids. We just had to jump off quickly at the bottom to avoid an incident of crashing into the newel post! (yes I had to look that one up).
My younger brother was the most mischievous. He would run up and slide down the banister repeatedly until one of our parents caught him in the act. But then he got in more trouble than any of us.
Being next to the oldest and a girl, I had the distinct priviledge of having a small bedroom near the top of the stairs. I felt like a princess entering her private chamber with my own little twin bed, small dresser and a little chair. It was my hideaway and of course, I could get to the staircase faster than my siblings.
I typically have a moral to my story or blog, so here's one for you. If you can't be the fastest to the stairs, at least have fun. There you are folks.
Time to slide on out of here.......
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