21st March 2020
“Climbing is the lazy man’s way to enlightenment. It forces you to pay attention, because when you climb, you are always confronted with the edge. – Duncan Ferguson
The Weekend Challenge on GC and my site Weekly Prompts is ‘Ladders.‘ The idea for the challenge was given to us via a dream from our poet friend Ivor.
A few months back, I stood at my landing window and watched son-in-law Simon perch precariously on the edge of scaffolding whilst giving the side of the house a fresh coat of paint. Although the scaffold is not an actual ladder, he needed to get up to the top, so take it from me, the ‘ladder’ is there… somewhere!
These are the little wooden step-ladders that belonged to my parents. When I was a child the ladders were stored at the back of the pantry.
One December, not long before Christmas whilst our parents were out, my older brother and I decided to search the house for hidden Christmas presents. I cannot remember whose idea it was, but as I was the youngest, and probably aged about nine or ten and Gerald four years older, I am blaming him, though looking back it could so easily have been my wayward influence on Gerald.
Gerald carried the step-ladders up the stairs and climbed to the top of mum and dad’s wardrobes; he handed down the wrapped parcels to me, and although we didn’t open them, we spent some considerable time shaking the boxes and turning them this way and the other trying to guess what might be inside.
Eventually, we gave up, and Gerald carried the ladders back to the kitchen, but instead of putting them away, he left them upright against the pantry door.
A short while after, we heard an almighty crash, returning to the kitchen we found our small kitten Timmy dead on the kitchen floor, his head covered in blood and the ladders on top of him! It was assumed he’d climbed the step-ladders and because the ladders were upright and not leaning, they had toppled over with Timmy clinging on.
Needless to say, it took us both a long time to get over the death of the kitten, the sight of his tiny bloodied body haunted us and opening our presents on Christmas Day was not a happy experience.
Today, whenever I see these steps, I think of that fateful Christmas all those years ago and how Gerald and I killed our little kitten.
(C) SueW-nansfarm.net 2020 Weekend Challenge Ladders from Weekly Prompts