I Think I Shot The Dog

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Writing will always be my first love. It quickly became my preferred method of communicating at an early age. Last year I began jotting down memorable moments for what I hope eventually becomes a published autobiography. As I embark on this journey I’d love to have your comments, questions, and constructive criticism. Thanks for stopping by and welcome to Memoir Mondays!

Nanny’s closet intrigues me for many reasons; It smells like a lady in here. It’s full of pieces of her past: a vintage cherry wood vanity filled with jewelry-equipped with a chair and mirror, bank records, a red suitcase filled with money, shoes that I’ve never been able to try on because it seems my feet have always been bigger than hers, and a worn out copy of the Bible on so high a shelf that it was years before I was tall enough to notice it. I can’t help but wonder why someone who doesn’t go to church and refuses to talk about anything remotely related to religion would have a Bible. When I inquired about it I got nowhere fast but in every other topic of discussion Nanny was an over-sharer. I’m quite certain she inspired the term TMI.

Today I’m looking and feeling around her closet for new items to explore and just when I was ready to give up, my hand just grazed over Mama Chaney’s gun. I picked it up as gently as I knew how, checked to ensure the safety was on, pointed the gun away from me and…BANG! In hindsight I should’ve know better than to trust the safety on a gun older than my great-grandmother. As gun powder quickly filled the air I began to worry that I shot the dog. So I placed the gun exactly where I found it and went searching for Smokey who, thankfully, was alive and well. Just as I began to vigorously fan the smoke Nanny came running as fast as her 60 year old legs could go with a terrified look plastered on her face. I told her, “Smokey and I were playing with his toy and it accidentally hit the shower.” Lucky for me his toy was almost as hard as steel and Nanny had cataracts so she couldn’t see what was left of the smoke. “Settle down,” she said as she headed back to her daily routine of cigarettes, coffee, and CNN. Once the coast was clear I went into the garage and collected all the necessary tools to patch up the bullet hole. To this day I never found the shell or the bullet but one thing is for sure no one will ever find the bullet hole.

In loving memory of Helen Jewel Carrington (Nanny)

P.S. The name for this new series (#memoirmondays) was inspired by a recent freshly pressed article called, She’s Not My Mother. Click here to view it.

12 Comments Add yours

  1. Pru Yeo says:

    Very interesting story to read, luckily no one was hurt after the gun went off! Thanks for sharing!

    Prudence
    http://www.prudencepetitestyle.com

    1. Dāsha says:

      We were all lucky! Thanks for stopping by, don’t forget to follow for regular updates. Have a great day!
      Dasha

  2. Dana Fashina says:

    Beauutiful post!!

  3. Michelle says:

    My first thought was oh no! You waited this long to tell and I bet my mother (nanny) helped you cover up the story. Since no one was hurt it was a great memory. I told you to stay out of that closet!! Love mama

    1. Dāsha says:

      Well…you know i can be stubborn

  4. This was such a great read! You are such a great writer 😀

    xxx
    Camilla
    http://avenuecamilla.com

    1. Dāsha says:

      Thanks for stopping by but I can’t take too much credit for writing it it’s kind of easy when you lived it.

  5. Jenn Berney says:

    Whew! Glad no one was hurt! And so glad to have your company for #memoirmondays

    1. Dāsha says:

      You and me both! I was lucky to have the experience and learn from me anyone getting hurt. Thanks for allowing me to join you I look forward to reading more of your work

  6. Karen Rees says:

    Such a lovely post 🙂 Really great read, Karen x

    1. Dāsha says:

      Thanks Karen; I’m glad you liked it. Let’s see how much trouble I get into when my mother reads it.

      1. Karen Rees says:

        I really did – it’s fantastic!!! Ooooh my… good luck with mama X

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