Imaginary Friends - Connections...
Jan. 21st, 2003 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisCrabby Appleton led to Manfred the Wonderdog who made me think of Underdog and Tom Terrific who made me remember my brother when we were kids and all of that led to this - my report on our imaginary friends...
My sister is 18 month younger than I am. When we were very young we got along pretty well (this has not happened since and probably stopped about the time she quit taking orders from me - the bitch). We played together all the time. For some reason one of our favorite things to play was tea party. We had a fair number of tea sets. And when we went to Grandma's in Oklahoma City, she let us play with her china tea set (Grandma was a really easy mark).
Now, I have no clue how we came upon this tea party thing. We had never been to one. No one in our family drank tea. How did we even know about tea? But, we did and we played for hours over several years and we shared an imaginary friend. Yep, I wasn't smart enough to get my own. Her name was Miss Sippycookie. She came to every tea party - even the ones in Oklahoma City. She favored finger sandwiches over cookies - her name not withstanding.
But, Miss Sippycookie was not the strangest imaginary friend in our family.
My brother is 4 years younger than I am and was my victim for years. Even my sister picked on him. It's a wonder he even made it past the age of 6. He had an imaginary friend named Hossenfeffer. And Hossenfeffer had an army of Mechnical Mens. Hossenfeffer came inside but the Mens stayed outside. Bill, my brother, had no control over Hossenfeffer. He spread Bill's toys around the house. He left Bill's shoes in the den. He lost a bunch of Bill's stuff. Hossenfeffer was a problem. But as much a problem as he was for Bill, Hossenfeffer himself had his own problems. He had no control over his Mechanical Mens. They would hit balls through windows, throw stuff down the coal shoot, leave bicycles all over everywhere.
Hossenfeffer and his Mechanical Mens got lost when we moved about the time Bill turned 10. Once when he was about 11 he was really distraught - I don't know why, but whatever it was was just killing him and he begged my Mom to take him to the old house so he could talk to Hossenfeffer. She did and apparently he got some good counsel.
My sister is 18 month younger than I am. When we were very young we got along pretty well (this has not happened since and probably stopped about the time she quit taking orders from me - the bitch). We played together all the time. For some reason one of our favorite things to play was tea party. We had a fair number of tea sets. And when we went to Grandma's in Oklahoma City, she let us play with her china tea set (Grandma was a really easy mark).
Now, I have no clue how we came upon this tea party thing. We had never been to one. No one in our family drank tea. How did we even know about tea? But, we did and we played for hours over several years and we shared an imaginary friend. Yep, I wasn't smart enough to get my own. Her name was Miss Sippycookie. She came to every tea party - even the ones in Oklahoma City. She favored finger sandwiches over cookies - her name not withstanding.
But, Miss Sippycookie was not the strangest imaginary friend in our family.
My brother is 4 years younger than I am and was my victim for years. Even my sister picked on him. It's a wonder he even made it past the age of 6. He had an imaginary friend named Hossenfeffer. And Hossenfeffer had an army of Mechnical Mens. Hossenfeffer came inside but the Mens stayed outside. Bill, my brother, had no control over Hossenfeffer. He spread Bill's toys around the house. He left Bill's shoes in the den. He lost a bunch of Bill's stuff. Hossenfeffer was a problem. But as much a problem as he was for Bill, Hossenfeffer himself had his own problems. He had no control over his Mechanical Mens. They would hit balls through windows, throw stuff down the coal shoot, leave bicycles all over everywhere.
Hossenfeffer and his Mechanical Mens got lost when we moved about the time Bill turned 10. Once when he was about 11 he was really distraught - I don't know why, but whatever it was was just killing him and he begged my Mom to take him to the old house so he could talk to Hossenfeffer. She did and apparently he got some good counsel.
