February 12, 2012

Sharing Memories (Week 7): Oh Those Horrid Rules!

Welcome to Week 7 of our third year of 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey for 2012. This is our third year writing our memoirs and childhood memories for our descendants.

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My sister reminded me that we had strict rules in our house. My mother wouldn't allow us out to play after supper and I remember sitting on our couch, nose almost pressed to the window, watching the neighbourhood kids have fun.

We had a very early bedtime and I used to lie awake for hours before falling asleep. Since we weren't allowed to get out of bed and go downstairs to the bathroom once we were in our rooms, it made for a very long night!

But the rule I hated most was the no tattling rule. My mother hated tattle-tales. So if, as often happened, my sister would pinch and twist the flesh in the crease of my elbow until I cried, I dared not tell on her. Because in our house if you tattled, you were the one who got in trouble. 

I think my sister and I had it worse than our older brothers. They pretty much got to do whatever they wanted. My mother gave some kind of immunity status to boys that she didn't give to us girls.

Before supper, my sister and I had to set the table. After supper my brothers took off and visited friends or played or did what they wanted while my sister and I cleared the table, did all the dishes, watched the other kids having fun outside and then  were hustled off to bed. We grumbled about that a lot!

What rules did you have in your house? What ones did you fight against or hate the most? Have you changed your mind about any of those rules now that you're an adult? Do you find yourself giving the same rules to your own children? Or did you rebel and go the opposite direction? I didn't have a lot of rules for my children - structure yes. Rules no. But that's just me. I'd love to hear about you.



5 comments:

PalmsRV said...

My brothers were given immunity, too! As the oldest of 8, and the 3 oldest were girls, our after dinner routine rotated weekly. One of us (of the 3) would clear the table, another wash the dishes and the other would dry them and put them away.

Kathy Reed said...

Because my sister and I had really severe allergies, the tasks seemed defined by gender. My brothers had "outdoor" tasks (like cutting the grass), while we had "indoor" chores like cleaning. The one thing I really remember is that we had to do our cleaning Saturday morning, and no one could go anywhere until their chores were completed. In hindsight, I don't know how my parents raised seven children, but they certainly did a good job of it.

Jennifer Alford said...

Pssstt.. Lorine, I tagged you..come on over and play....

http://jen-gen.blogspot.com/2012/02/tag-youre-it.html

Howland Davis said...

My memory of a rule is pleasurable because when you broke it, you were grown up.
My grandparents country place had an L-shaped porch. One leg before dinner was for the adults to sit and have cocktails. The other leg was for the children to play ping pong, ride tricycles and other games or play in the grass if it was not raining. And never was a child allowed to cross the angle where the two legs met.
And when you attained a certain age, 14 maybe, you were asked if you wanted to join the adults for conversation and a soda/pop. You were finally grown up.

Helen Spencer said...

No elbows on the table.
No rocking your chair ("it rocks sorrow")
No whistling ("a whistling woman and a crowing hen are neither good for God nor men")
My Nan was sooo superstitious!!!!!