Aug 25, 2009

The Death of Rocket Power

Rocket Power

It started like an ordinary day. I was cleaning out a storage room in the back yard when my daughter, Christy, and her 4-year-old son, Raymers, arrived. Before I could get out to greet them, Raymers came running in excitedly exclaiming "Grammy, you've got to see this.. come on!!" I asked what I had to see. He said, "a baby bird fell out of a house and its all dead!!!"

So I went out to see the hapless bird and, sure enough, there it was lying in the carport below a birdhouse. Christy found a flowerpot close at hand and scooped the baby bird up in it. She gave the pot to Raymers when he insisted on holding it. Christy and I discussed what one does with a dead bird, and decided the proper thing would be to bury it. Raymers asked what "bury" meant and we explained as well as we could to an impressionable 4 year old. Raymers said, "NO YOU CAN'T BURY HIM, HE"S MY PET!!..................... ", and after a pause, “my dead pet."

At this point Christy and I both lost it. We didn't just laugh, we howled. Raymers looked at us so seriously and we tried very hard not to laugh.

I went in to change my pants…

When I got back out Christy had convinced Raymers we needed to bury his "pet" and then suggested we bury him in the garden. Raymers stated an emphatic "NO.. WE CAN'T BURY HIM IN THE GARDEN.. HE'LL GET TILLED BY PAPA!!!!"

Up until this point Christy and I were still laughing; trying to hide it but still hysterically laughing. With the “bird getting tilled” remark we doubled over laughing again. We were both in pain and telling each other to “STOP IT”.. Poor little Raymers was watching us with a confused look and still being totally serious. He kept asking us "why are you laughing?". Christy, with tears streaming down her cheeks, explained to her confused son that we weren’t really laughing.. we were sad and were crying. How else would you explain our hysterics to a child attending his first funeral?

We decided the bird might, indeed, get tilled if we buried him in the garden and instead we found a corner by the fence that had been tilled so the ground was soft but was out of the "Papa might till again" area. Christy dug a hole and Raymers poured the bird out of the flowerpot into the grave. We were still weak from laughing and couldn't see for the tears in our eyes but Christy managed to ask Raymers if he wanted to name the bird. Raymers looked into the hole at the bird; it’s graying skin showing through the scattering of white feathers, its head twisted weirdly to one side, one leg almost gone, one skinny pink “elbow” where a wing could one day have been, and said seriously "his name is Rocket Power".

I went in to change my pants…

After we finished burying Rocket Power, Christy built a little cross and we talked about Rocket going to heaven. Raymers wisely stated, "yes he will go to bird heaven". As we carried the cross out to put it in the ground, Raymers said, seriously, "I hope we don't stick it in the baby bird".

I went in to start the washer…..

Raymers found two more dead birds that summer and both were given a proper burial and laid to rest beside Rocket Power. Eventually the crosses were pulled from the ground and nailed to the fence as a permanent monument to the Rocket Power family.

15 comments:

  1. I may too need to change my pants. That is the sweetest, humorous story I have read!
    The innocence of children!
    Sunny :)

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  2. 4 is a great age. Rocket Power. Wouldn't you love to know how he arrived at that? Very cute story.

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  3. Why did you have to keep changing your pants? LOL... LMAO ... ha ha ha ha *snort*

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  4. See this on Flickr, just been to the launderette so refuse to read again. All the best.

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  5. Oh this is so funny...pants changing all rounf I think. Bless the little chap and of course ROCKET POWER RIP!

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  6. Tricia - at the time there was a cartoon he liked that was called Rocket Power.

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  7. I guess everyones washers got a workout today. Oh Faye, how wonderful to see how a little guys mind works. I love the crosses with the Rocket Power names.
    Best story I have read in a very long time.

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  8. Faye...GREAT STORY! And so typical of that age! I am sure it didn't goover well when you stated laughing at first...they take it so seriously!

    YOu had asked on my blog about some of my post processing...on about 60% of my photos, I process.them as HDR and your Canon 20D would work perfectly for that process. You can google it for directions. You also need an additional piece of software for the process...I use Photomatrix Pro. I have other brands as well but I like this one the best.

    If you want more info on this just let me know and I can point you in some directions.

    Dan

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  9. What a great story! Rocket power, indeed! And I think that your photo shows off a fitting memorial for the various Rocket Powers.

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  10. This story is a good start to my day. I love it , so full of innocence. The crosses look great too :)
    Thaks for vising my blog. Have sunny day!

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  11. This is so hysterical. Little one's are so darn funny. I can certainly see why your pants needed changing!

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  12. Out of the mouths of babes! What a darling little grandson you have and that is a wonderful photo that I didn't quite get until I read your wonderfully told story.

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  13. Of course I'm rolling on the floor here!! This is a keeper, Faye. You captured the word picture perfectly and I could just see you and Christy and Raymers.....and Rocket power.

    You should get into writing more..:) you're good, ya know.

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  14. The picture was cool by itself, but the story made it all the better. And I almost peed a little thinking of you peeing a little. :-D

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