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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 11/29/2016
Saturday night and we were sent off to bed early. Normally on a Saturday night I got to sit up and watch bewitched on tv but not this night.
All us kids were in the Same room. The baby, Wayne, was probably about 9 months old, then came Melody, just turned 2. Then there was Peter, he had just turned 8. Peter and Melody shared the same birthday, December 5th.
It was probably a week or so after their birthday and we knew when Peter and I were sent off to bed it was to babysit the kids so as mum and Big Pete (step father) could party without the kids bugging them.
Must have been an early Christmas party because it was going to be a biggie. A whole lot bigger than the usual weekly 10 to 15 people.
The next door neighbour had a hangi cooking in his back yard ready for the party. He was cooking a pig in it. It was a pet pig named Pinky, if I remember correctly. He had been fattening that pig up ready for this Occasion, I expect.
That little fat pig gave the whole neighbourhood the run around when it had escaped just a week before.
I was sitting having my breakfast when that pig flew past me like a bat out of hell with at least a half dozen people running after it. Came straight thru the front door and then darted right past me almost knocking me off my chair and then right out the back door. I left my breakfast and gave chase.
After they caught that pig I laughed and laughed. I am pretty sure I wet my pants laughing. It had just looked so funny the way it had come thru one door and straight out another, like it knew exactly where it was going.
If I had known he was going to be someone's dinner I probably wouldn't have chased it. I would probably have let him out of his cage to escape. Poor Pinky.
People had been coming and going all day bringing mostly crates of beer. Everyone that had arrived early was already drunk.
We ate hot chips with bread and butter sitting on the bedroom floor. Yum, this was Peters and my favourite and we only got this on special occasions usually.
We knew why we were having it today. The kitchen was full of people and there was already big pots of food being cooked on the oven top for the party.
When I was little and my dad lived with us we had fish and chips every Friday. It was because Catholics didn't eat meat on Fridays so this was our weekly treat.
I went out to get the tomato sauce from the kitchen and it was so full of people that I didn't know, I couldn't get to the cupboard that housed the tomato sauce.
As the night went on we watched out the window and our yard started to fill with more and more people. We had an L shaped house so we had a birds eye view of the lounge. The usual guys had arrived about the time that it started to get dark. They were there setting up their band in our lounge.
It was very loud but I liked the music that they played. They were a great band and I would think to myself, one day they are going to be famous.
Well they did become well known, I don't know that I would go so far as to say famous. Maybe infamous would be a better way of putting it.
As the evening wore on the kids were tucked up in bed and had gone to sleep. Peter and I were woken to a thunderous noise of motor bikes arriving and we went to the window to watch them. Our whole front yard was full of bikers with patches on their backs. The patches read Hells Angels.
Soon a big fight broke out. All the men were fighting. The women were screaming. We watched in horror as a man with a hook as a hand sliced down a guy's face. There was blood everywhere.
The bikers left and their bikes roared off down the road. I saw big Pete running down the road chasing a car.
The police arrived and so did an ambulance to take away the man with a horrendous cut to his face.
After most of the people had left Peter and I had to get out of bed and walk up and down the road to search for big Petes false teeth. He had lost them either in the brawl or chasing the car down the road. I can't remember if anyone ever found them but we went off to bed.
The next day there was an awful mess and we cleaned up lots of broken bottles. Peter and i always searched down the back of the couches after any gathering at our house because coins always dropped out of people's pockets and into the grooves. There was always enough for an ice block or small pkt of lollies.
The man with the cut face came to visit that same day and his face was nothing like what I had expected. I thought he would have no eye, he would be wearing a black patch, would have stitches all the way down his face and would be very pirate like.
Turns out it was just a nasty scratch.
The end
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Looking out the window(Gail Moore)
Saturday night and we were sent off to bed early. Normally on a Saturday night I got to sit up and watch bewitched on tv but not this night.
All us kids were in the Same room. The baby, Wayne, was probably about 9 months old, then came Melody, just turned 2. Then there was Peter, he had just turned 8. Peter and Melody shared the same birthday, December 5th.
It was probably a week or so after their birthday and we knew when Peter and I were sent off to bed it was to babysit the kids so as mum and Big Pete (step father) could party without the kids bugging them.
Must have been an early Christmas party because it was going to be a biggie. A whole lot bigger than the usual weekly 10 to 15 people.
The next door neighbour had a hangi cooking in his back yard ready for the party. He was cooking a pig in it. It was a pet pig named Pinky, if I remember correctly. He had been fattening that pig up ready for this Occasion, I expect.
That little fat pig gave the whole neighbourhood the run around when it had escaped just a week before.
I was sitting having my breakfast when that pig flew past me like a bat out of hell with at least a half dozen people running after it. Came straight thru the front door and then darted right past me almost knocking me off my chair and then right out the back door. I left my breakfast and gave chase.
After they caught that pig I laughed and laughed. I am pretty sure I wet my pants laughing. It had just looked so funny the way it had come thru one door and straight out another, like it knew exactly where it was going.
If I had known he was going to be someone's dinner I probably wouldn't have chased it. I would probably have let him out of his cage to escape. Poor Pinky.
People had been coming and going all day bringing mostly crates of beer. Everyone that had arrived early was already drunk.
We ate hot chips with bread and butter sitting on the bedroom floor. Yum, this was Peters and my favourite and we only got this on special occasions usually.
We knew why we were having it today. The kitchen was full of people and there was already big pots of food being cooked on the oven top for the party.
When I was little and my dad lived with us we had fish and chips every Friday. It was because Catholics didn't eat meat on Fridays so this was our weekly treat.
I went out to get the tomato sauce from the kitchen and it was so full of people that I didn't know, I couldn't get to the cupboard that housed the tomato sauce.
As the night went on we watched out the window and our yard started to fill with more and more people. We had an L shaped house so we had a birds eye view of the lounge. The usual guys had arrived about the time that it started to get dark. They were there setting up their band in our lounge.
It was very loud but I liked the music that they played. They were a great band and I would think to myself, one day they are going to be famous.
Well they did become well known, I don't know that I would go so far as to say famous. Maybe infamous would be a better way of putting it.
As the evening wore on the kids were tucked up in bed and had gone to sleep. Peter and I were woken to a thunderous noise of motor bikes arriving and we went to the window to watch them. Our whole front yard was full of bikers with patches on their backs. The patches read Hells Angels.
Soon a big fight broke out. All the men were fighting. The women were screaming. We watched in horror as a man with a hook as a hand sliced down a guy's face. There was blood everywhere.
The bikers left and their bikes roared off down the road. I saw big Pete running down the road chasing a car.
The police arrived and so did an ambulance to take away the man with a horrendous cut to his face.
After most of the people had left Peter and I had to get out of bed and walk up and down the road to search for big Petes false teeth. He had lost them either in the brawl or chasing the car down the road. I can't remember if anyone ever found them but we went off to bed.
The next day there was an awful mess and we cleaned up lots of broken bottles. Peter and i always searched down the back of the couches after any gathering at our house because coins always dropped out of people's pockets and into the grooves. There was always enough for an ice block or small pkt of lollies.
The man with the cut face came to visit that same day and his face was nothing like what I had expected. I thought he would have no eye, he would be wearing a black patch, would have stitches all the way down his face and would be very pirate like.
Turns out it was just a nasty scratch.
The end
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Gail Moore
10/19/2020Fantastic, Vanessa, I thought you may know what that story was about : -) I think he was in your mums class at school?
Thanks for reading and your comments. :-)
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