Ted

March 28, 2012

When I was growing up I had a friend named Ted who lived next door.  I can see him now, a little chubby, kinda like “Chunk” from Goonies, but he had a short military style hair cut. Ted was fun to play with but he didn’t live next to us for very long, his Dad was a minister and evidently, they moved a lot. Anyway, what I remember most was how Ted’s mom used to call Ted in when we were all playing out side. She’d stand on the porch and yell out slowly “Ted…time to go to bed!” Now you have to imagine the most West Virginia or North Carolina country person you know, and then in their voice, in your mind, say it again. “Ted…time to go to bed!”

I’m sure we teased him mercilessly but I believe if Ted knew the truth he’d be having the last laugh. The truth is, I think of Ted often because when my dad wanted us to remember which way to turn the hose off he’d say turn it toward’s Ted’s house. I’ve never forgotten that. No matter where I am, no matter whose spigot I turn on, when I turn it off I think of Ted, and I smile and think “Ted…time to go to bed!”

Right Said Ted

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5 Responses to “Ted”

  1. meljorino said

    holy cow….when did you get so cute?

  2. Toni - Mom - Ganne - Hey You! said

    Meljorino and aGreycat make my day….OMG – I’m crying and laughing at the memory! G.

  3. Jillian said

    Lol! I hope I’m remembered like Ted by someone one day ^.^

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