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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The President and the Helper Boy

The four of us gather in the "secret" attic room behind the wall of my bedroom in our old California house. I am ten or eleven, my sister Becca is nine, sister Rachel is seven, and poor little brother Jordan is five or six. We are in this room because when you have a secret attic chamber behind your bedroom wall in an old California house, why would you have club meetings anywhere else?

This is the opening meeting, as most of them are. (I had lots of ideas and no follow-through). This club was of course, my idea. Also I am the oldest, so I am the President. I am always the President.

Rachel is vice-president. It bothers me just a teensy bit that she's the vice-president because she's not the next in line age-wise, but Becca likes taking notes, so she's the secretary. I always make her the secretary. 

"And you're the Helper Boy," I say to Jordan.

"But I'm always the Helper Boy."

"We need a Helper Boy," I say. I made the title up just for him, because he wanted to be included and my knowledge of actual professional titles had been exhausted. "Go get chairs."

That is the Helper Boys main duty. Going downstairs and hauling four of the plastic white picnic chairs up to our meeting room. Apparently it's a good idea to give that task to the five year old.

My sisters and I wait patiently while the Helper Boy lugs the chairs from the front porch through the kitchen up the stairs and into our secret attic room. When all the chairs have been brought up we sit in a circle and Becca takes out our club notebook. There are a few torn out pages in the front of the notebook from previous false starts, but today I'm confident--as I always am--that this idea will stick. My clubs are always a strange mix of things. Like selling lemonade and our old beanie babies on the street and making a website about endangered species. We spend most the time talking about club names.

"I'm hungry," says Rachel.

I look at the Helper Boy. "Go get us some snacks," I say.

For his sake, it's a good thing my clubs never lasted more than a day.


10 comments:

  1. poor helper boy - but he had a choice, didn't he!
    reminds me of rugrats - loved that show and the club episode =)

    happy hump day!

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  2. Great memories. I remember having a club house and calling ourselves the Lone Pine Club after a series of books I used to read. Don't remember a lot more about it though.

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  3. This is great! I absolutely love your writing and always enjoy your posts. This is what my blog aspires to. :)

    I also have many memories of unfinished creative projects that our own sibling President began: live radio programs featuring Babyman and Duke Zookus, elaborate ballet concerts, and microwaved cheese and cucumbers. You know, all the good stuff.

    http://emilyaddn.blogspot.com/

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  4. I feel that Helper Boy will end up being the hero of this story. Plus he gets to choose the snacks (position of power!).

    mood
    Moody Writing

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  5. Ah, the days of the club house tree house,,,and Helper Boy. Nostalgia and fun.

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  6. Ah yes, the good ol' days of clubs that last for a day or two then just never meet again. I had plenty of those and so did my kids. This made me smile. Thanks!

    Elsie
    AJ's wHooligan in the A-Z Challenge

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  7. My brother was either the husband or the baby. No matter what my sister and I ordered him around. He was the youngest.

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  8. Helper Boy should eat most of the snacks in the kitchen and just bring up what's left over.

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  9. I enjoyed reading about Helper Boy. This brought back many childhood memories that I cherish!

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