My cousin MFG and I have always been close. She is six months younger than I am. My childhood family get togethers always frame her front and center. Our grandmother, treated us like we were two halves of the same whole. For Christmas I would get a gift in red and she would get the same one in blue. Then we always switched because we favored the color the other cousin had gotten. MFG was always a sweet girl. She was the youngest child and the first girl of three kids. She called our grandmother Gigi because is was the name given by her oldest brother. All of the cousins called her Gigi now that I think of it. I didn’t. I called her grandmommy because we called our grandfather granddaddy and that made more sense to me than baby talk. I was always a rascal I suppose. Not on purpose, just inherently.
One Christmas I placed the most enormous box with the rest of the presents under the tree at our grandparents’ house. It was for MFG. Her eyes lit up wondering what ever could it be. It was a box inside a box inside a box inside a box inside a box with a note that read “I was going to put a penny in here by I couldn’t find one.” I get now that this was sort of a dick move, but then I could only see as far as my nose. I thought it was hilarious.
MFG’s gift to me was in green wrapping paper. Smaller than a loaf of bread. When I opened it it was a pile of doll parts. I’m sure when she had wrapped the poor thing it was in one piece. In travel the baby had lost her head. I found this hilarious. I laughed like a wounded animal howls. I couldn’t breathe. Tears rolled. Poor MFG stood staring obviously hurt. Not getting the joke. Me beyond the ability to speak. Gaining control long enough to try then losing it again. I saw the hurt in her face and tried to put baby back together again. “See she’s perfect. All better.” Then her leg popped off and the and I was a puddle again.
We were 10. The rest of the day when I looked at her I would lose it. I remember hearing many adults tell me to get a grip, but this holds its place as one of the funniest things I have ever experienced.
So you see ALLIE, baby heads make me cry…..with tears of joy. Thanks for posting the photo and reminding me of this much beloved story.
MFG, thanks for loving me even though you are sweet and I am sour. And I have a twisted sense of humor. Although now that I think of it, I probably remind you of your mother in that. We always did say that our mother’s should switch us. <3