Here we are at my 3rd ‘peeking’ experience.
I’m just wondering if this tendency for peeking has anything to do with my mother playing peek-a-boo with me when I was a baby. Hmm.
That's me in the lower right corner
This time I was a little older and we had moved to another house. No more holes in the floor. No more second floor, in fact.
I would have been 9 or 10. Bedtime was 8:00, and I had been there for awhile. My bedroom was off the living room and, because of shortage of space, the regular doors had been removed from both bedrooms and replaced with folding doors.
One night there was a kids’ movie on TV. But it didn’t start until after my bedtime. Why do they do that, anyway? I did so want to see that movie. Funny thing, my father was never one to watch movies, but he did turn the dial to this one. (That was long before remote controls. You actually had to get up out of your chair and turn a dial.)
The movie was Alice in Wonderland. The year, 1955. My peeking experience was expanding. I had cracked open the folding door just far enough so I could see and, hopefully, not be seen. I got away with it for awhile, but I was finally caught peeking. I cannot remember if I was allowed to come out and watch the rest of the movie after I was caught, but I think perhaps I was.
What I do remember is my mother later making fun of me to some of her friends–in front of me. I was so embarrassed about my peeking. I never tried that experiment again.
Click here to hear a song from the movie.
I did do a little peeking after that, and I felt so bad. I didn’t intend to see my Christmas present on the shelf in my mother’s closet. I was looking for something else. I never did tell her that I had seen it.
If you have never read Alice in Wonderland, you can read it free. For those of you familiar with the book and/or the movie (whichever version), I hope you enjoyed the Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum song in the video. If you would like to watch the 1983 Broadway retelling of the 1932 version, check it out here.
Thank you so much for stopping by. I would really appreciate it if you would leave a comment. Perhaps you could tell me about your memories of Alice in Wonderland.
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Diane, my childhood home had a long hallway with the bedrooms leading off left and right. The hallway door was one with shutters or slats, so after my parents thought we were asleep, sometimes my sister and I would creep out of our shared bedroom and try to get a glimpse of whatever TV show they we watching. We didn’t get caught and it seemed so very bold and exciting. Now, I don’t even remember which shows they were watching, just the thrill of standing there in our jammies, peeking through the slats in the door, holding our breath so we wouldn’t get caught!
Diane, I’m so glad to know that I wasn’t the only one who did that sort of thing! Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. I have been trying to find some of my old photos to add here, but I have misplaced them and cannot locate them anywhere. The few I have here just happened to be in a different place from the albums. All my mother’s photos are missing, too. I suppose I’ll find them somewhere, sometime.
Oops! I got caught peeking.
Nice post Diane, and thanks for your comment on Indie Retirement.
Cheers, Steve Douglass
I appreciate you stopping by, Steve. And thanks for the comment. All the best.
Well, I guess you could consider me a pathological peeker. I remember one Christmas season I peeked so hard I ended up just unwrapping and opening one of my presents. My older sister Joni was so mad she couldn’t see straight. Ahhhh…thanks for the memories, Diane… 🙂
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“alice in wonderland” is one of my favorite.
growing up in a country where we have to share books with the rest of student population, i always wanted to own one.
so i ended up saving some lunch money, went to the nearby book shop and bought myself a copy.
you have a lovely blog Dianne. the signature at the end is so appropriate, adding to the story personal appeal.
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I had a boxed 2-book set of Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass when I was a child. Unfortunately I took it to be appraised and never saw it again.
How sad for you, Diane! My great aunt showed the hymn she had written to her minister and later saw it published under his name. What kind of religion is that, I ask you?
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment Elaine. That wasn’t the only book that was missing with Alice in Wonderland. I left a whole box of books including what I think could have been a first edition of Charles Dickens’ “Our Mutual Friend”. And that was in excellent condition. I guess you just never know who you can trust.
haven’t sen/heard Dorothy Collins in a long time – that was nice
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