Ramblings from Ann - The Pillow Fight

I wish I had pictures from one of the pillow or water fights from my growing up years. I can remember one particular Saturday when Ms Alberta had gone into town to the grocery store. We three children where supposed to do our chores so the house would be clean when she got back.

Everything proceeded according to Ms Alberta’s plans until Dad came in, washed his hands and took a look around. “Where’s your mother?” he wanted to know. We told him she had gone grocery shopping. 

“Hmmm.” He said as he went into one of the bedrooms and grabbed several feather pillows off of the bed.

Dad tossed a pillow at each of us and then proceeded to pummel us with the pillow he had kept for himself! We smacked each other with those pillows and ran through the clean house chasing and laughing.

With all of the noise we didn’t hear Ms Alberta’s car pull in. We were all four in the living room pounding away at each other with those pillows; when two things happened at the same time.

Ms Alberta walked through the living room door just as one of the pillows burst open spilling feathers into the air, all over us, and onto the floor. There was immediate silence as we all looked around at the feathers, each other, and Ms Alberta.

The four of us who had been pillow fighting had feathers in our hair, eyebrows, and all over our clothes. Ms Alberta took one look at us and stated, “Well, I hope you know the four of you have to clean this mess up. 

But first help me get the groceries in.”

So we carried in groceries and then the four of us, yes, Dad helped, cleaned all of the feathers up from the living room furniture and the living room floor.

I remember that we laughed as we cleaned; with a lot of smiles and “you should have seen your face” was said often. We might not have had a lot of money but we had laughter and the most important thing we had was love.