Nana was born on Valentine’s Day. How perfect! The day of love and happiness. Growing up, the Valentine’s Day parties in elementary school with the cute little cards and yummy cupcakes were all secondary to Nana’s Valentine’s Day Birthday. We eagerly showered her with homemade cards, candy, a cake and presents – along with an off key rendition of Happy Birthday.When Nana and Papa Creecy moved to Keiser from the home place, they bought the brick house next door to the Grahams. I thought it was the prettiest house in Keiser. It had a very cool finished-out attic which became our hideout. Staci and I played with our barbies there and listened to music during bunkin’ parties. There was no furniture in the attic, other than an oversized bright yellow wooden rocker. The house must have been built around that rocker – it was there when they bought it. And it was part of the deal when my mother sold it, after they died. The attic stairs were super steep and small – a secret little stairwell – that chair wasn’t going anywhere. The Mystery of the Attic Chair… I’m sure had Nancy Drew known, she would have solved the puzzle. I bet it’s still there.
In junior high, the attic became the site of many, many games of 7 Minutes in Heaven…Keiser,Arkansas-Style. Our version was really more a combination of Spin the Bottle and Thirty Seconds in the Closet. We all sat in a big circle surrounding a coke bottle in the center. We turned the overhead light off – probably because we were too embarrassed to see ourselves. Understandably, this drove Nana crazy. She would flip the switch at the bottom of the stairs and yell up to the attic space, “Taaaaaaaalya!!!” We would all giggle, “Oh sorry!” like we had no idea how that light turned itself off, wait a couple of minutes, and flip the switch again from upstairs. She couldn’t (or wouldn’t) climb those steep stairs, and we knew it. We took turns spinning the bottle, and the person the bottle landed on was the lucky recipient of a few seconds in the attic closet, in the shadows.
We spent lots of weekend nights up there – our little group of friends – Becky, Anita, Trina, Craig, Graham, Judy, Charles M, Timmy and others I’m sure. It was far from heavenly, but it was the closest we had been. It was fun and different and exciting at a time when we were innocent and full of teenage curiosity. No one spoke of what went on after a turn in that closet, but I doubt there are any big secrets. Timmy was always cute and nervous in that dark closet. He was funny, but shy. A turn with Craig was like 7 minutes of Botox. He nearly ate our lips off. Ruth was likely starving him – he was always in trouble with his mom… He definitely would have been punished had she known about Nana’s attic. We each kissed everyone eventually – we didn’t care which boy it landed on. They were all like our brothers… That game of thirty seconds in the closet was our important entre into dating and eventually true love.
I’m sure young teens today have outgrown Spin the Bottle. They are too busy texting and living in an online world.
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Nana was much like Lucy Ricardo – funny, always laughing and typically into some type of mischief. I think Annabelle the Schnauzer must take after her…She was strong and faithful – at church every time the doors were open. She was loved by all – including all the kids up in the attic. Even though she was sick for much of her life – brain surgery in her 20s, leukemia in her 60s and a terrible headache nearly every day in between, Nana always had a beautiful smile on her face. And something funny to say. She never tried to be funny. She just was. Everyone who came into contact with her was better for it, and I miss her every day. Of course my mother has turned into her, so she isn’t really ever very far away.
Happy Valentine’s Day & Happy Birthday Nana!
xoxo
talya
The B52s, “Love Shack”
Magical! This made me miss my grandma. I think of her often these days. She was funny and kind and loved practical jokes. Thanks Talya!
Thanks Timmie Lynn!
Loved this Talya. It almost made me cry. I had to start thinking of “turnip greens” so early on this Valentine’ Day. The Young Nana. LOL
🙂 I’m thinking of cooking some collard greens today. Coincidentally.
Cute story. 😎 XOXO
thank you jcbro:)
Great memories….nana never let me have that many people in their house, much less attic! Did those boys climb the fire escape?!
Graham and Craig did sometimes. Most just came in the front door.
I was wondering where Staci was during the “spin the bottle” games.
Nana must be where you get your fantastic humor from! You can always make me laugh. 🙂
Yes, Jenny, she is a lot like Nana.
I agree w/ Jenny! The great sense of humor is being passed down from Nana to BAT to you…and I’m sure one of your children have it,they just may not know it yet!
I have many precious memories of your Nana and that attic! We did have lots of innocent fun, we promise BAT! I about died laughing in the floor about the comment about Craig…aka SeaCow!
I remember your Nana always kept those soft pepermint sticks around the house and I must have eaten a million of them.
Love your walks down memory lane and that you’re taking us with you!!
I bet everyone wondered how we had such naturally full lips in jr high…
Yes, and it wasn’t from injections! Maybe we need him around again, my lips are thinning! BWT…I did a tribut to “Love” at my spin class tonight and i used “Love Shack!”…thought of this blog and smiled!!
Oh yeah…I forgot…I use that song “Love Shack” in my spin class sometimes and now I’ll forever think of Nana’s attic when I play it!!
Such a sweet story! Bravo!
Loved the story about your Nana. I have alot of good memories growing up with Barbara and the Creecy family. She carried us any where we wanted to go. Frances was such a sweet person , a loving Mother and a great friend. Frances I miss you and Happy Birthday. Lou
I really liked the story about your Nana. She was one of a kind.
Carlene
I loved your Nana, i think everyone did. I’ve done her hair and nails more times than I can count. She was very funny during our many conversations and I eventually switched to her color nail polish. It was the only color we wore, drove my momma nuts…lol
Talya – Aunt Frances ( Nana) was such a beautiful lady and I loved her so much. Her and Daddy have the same warm smile. Thank you for sharing the memories.. You could write endless pages of the memories in the attic. Love ya Lesa…