When I asked daughter Susan if I may post the following epic tale, she declared that anyone who IS anyone would want to be familiar with her brilliant saga. Here is what she sent out to friends.
(I’d scanned the original, but shall spare you the difficulties of reading same.)
‘So, my mom is going through some old files of hers and is finding all kinds of detritus from the distant past of our lives. One item she unearthed is a story which I must have written when I was extremely young, maybe around seven years old, judging by the spelling. My conclusion after reading this epic tale of heroism and romance: My mother was clearly putting LSD in my Cheerios! How else does a child come up with a story like this one, called, “The Pickle and the Stick”:
(Original spelling preserved)
Once thare was a pickle. It was locked up in a jar. Thare was a stick. One day the jar with the pickle fell out of a bag. the stick had gest left tree. The stick saw the pickles helplessa nd stranded; He opend the jar. all the pickles wher sour-harted all but one. she was a vary nice kind harted one. she asked the stick to please help her out. The stick did as she pleased (the pickle) The pickle said she would repay his kindness some how. The stick who was very polite said, “how nice of you.” Back at the jar the pickles had bad luck. a boy kicked them into the gutter and a car ran over them. that was the end, at least of them. the stick just then was picked up by a boy. He was going to brake Sirr stick in half! The pickle took a big, big breth and just in time FOOOOOOOOOOOO! Out came a tarabell noise. The pickle saved his life. They got marieyed and lived happily ever after.
The attached drawing is something I threw together with some help from the internet, inspired by reading this story. No, I am not currently on acid!’
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View from Over the Hill 
An unusual love story indeed. Love the imagination! And please may I borrow ‘tarabell’?!
Chuckle. I’m sure Susan wouldn’t mind you borrowing that word. Love ya, Muriel
I’ll be sure to give Susan credit when I use the word. I love original spellings when children write imaginatively, not so much in test papers. 😀
I’ve been borrowing “tarabell” from myself since my mom found this story! Delighted to have you share it too, Jaya!
Creativity is good, right Susan? Tarabell, thus, is a terrific word. Chuckle. Love, Maughm
I’m sure there are more. Bring them on! 😁
Here are a couple from me Jaya: Worster (worse than worse) Muchly (more than a lot). I know I’ve made up more but I’m too tired now. Time to turn in. Love, Muriel
Worster is very expressive, but must admit, tarabell is the bestest! Sleep well. ❤️
Well Jaya: How about betterer, meaning better than better. Although I must admit Susan’s tarabell is better than betterer. Love ya, Muriel
Maughm, “betterer” is a tarabell word! If something is indeed betterer, it is probably bestest, so why not just be more correcter and use bestest in the firstest place?
Thank you Susan: For giving me the opportunity to use tarabell again. It is tarrabell of you to question your mudder’s Angelish. Gosh, most tarabell indeed! Hugs…
A classic tale with a happy ending!
Classic indeed! And the girl is still writing… Cheers, Muriel
Well, Maughm, we all know very well where the insanity to imagine such a tale came from…as well as the ability to write!
You may have inherited the ability to write from me Susan, but the insanity???? No way. Your Maughm is very normal and sedate. Ahem!
HAH! “Normal and sedate”? I think NOT!!! : )
You’ve managed to crack me up Susan: However, indeed, absolutely normal and sedate! You just haven’t discovered it yet. Hugs, Maughm
I’ll believe it when I see it…maybe in the next lifetime!
No need to wait until your next lifetime Susan: I may be getting some wisdom (at last) by my next birthday. Love ya, Maughm
Happily ever after story 😊👌👍
Ah, you noticed that. Well something in that tale had to make sense, right? Ha, ha. Cheers, Muriel
Even I find this end interesting. I must have read stories to her which ended that way. Who knows? Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers, Muriel
Well, who could have imagined that a pickle and a stick can get married!?!! OMG, such creativity at that young age.
Thanks for reading it. Indeed, I have no idea where she got that idea from. She does, however, continue to write today…. Love, Muriel
Wow! Does she have a blog?
She may, but she writes mainly about horses and has authored a very successful book about horses hooves. Do you like horses? Fond regards, Muriel
I like there astounding beauty alright. They are so majestic, and calm. Love ’em horsies!
Susan loves all animals, but particularly loves horses and has some. Look up her book and read about it. I’ll send you more info on it. Cheers, Muriel
In my head the pickle shoved the boy into oncoming traffic. Can someone confirm? I hope Netflix picks up this series!!
You crack me up Vinson: Netflix indeed! Hey, give me a call when you have time. Miss you. Love, Muriel
You totally cracked me up with that too, Vinson! You are hilarious and I think YOU should be on Netflix with YOUR own series!
I agree with you Susan: Vinson IS hilarious. Love you. Love him too. Maughm
Loved this story – nice to read and even better a magical ending 🙂
You can imagine my delight in finding it after all these years. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers, Muriel
Hilarious! I knew young Susan had great empathy for animals..who knew that extended to imprisoned pickles? Love it!!
Pickles who fell in love and ‘lived happily ever after’ too. Imagine! Love, Muriel
The funniest thing is, Samantha — I hate pickles and always have!
Yup, Susan is right. She is NOT a pickle person. Goodness knows what made her pick that to write about. Maybe she saw a jar of them in our fridge????
Story is cute for sure 🙂
I’m having so much fun going through my files. I’ve found some real treasures. By the way, I love your blog, your adventures and your beautiful photos. Thanks, Muriel
That’s really treasure. I remember during house cleaning at my marriage time, we found my childhood diary and read it together as family. Everyone laughed out loud after reading my experiences, we even took screenshots of those innocent chapters. That was so much fun.
Thanks for your kind words 😊
You’re welcome. I can just imagine what I’d have written into a childhood diary if I had kept one. Chuckle. All the best, Muriel
Beautiful story loved to read it. Thank you for sharing 🙂😊👍❤
And thank YOU for reading. The fun of all this is that you do. Cheers, Muriel
My pleasure.🙂☺💖God bless you Priti
‘Tis in the genes! Who was first?
I’ll claim that status since I came first and started writing when I was a child too. Stay well Leonor. Cheers, Muriel
So sweet 😊. In a child’s world anything is possible.
Right you are!@ Imagine. A stick and a pickle. Would you or I be able to come up like that? Chuckle. All the best, Muriel