With thinking about strawberry field mishaps, I figured I shouldn’t leave out blueberries….
It was sometime in Junior High that I went on vacation with my dear friend Bonnie and her family. Now Bonnie and I are a lot alike and always have been, two peas in a pod when it came up our sense of humor and both having an extreme knack for the odd if not some of the most bizarre happenings around us.
A friend I met at kindergarten round-up, so we have definitely known each other most of our lives. We go long spells of not talking so much as we’d like now that we have families and we live 1000 miles from each other but it matters not, she is one of those kind of friends where we don’t skip a beat when we are back together. She was Bonnie, I was Clyde (or PQ and her family will laugh if they see that PQ!) She and I had our own “Thelma and Louise” moments that were just a helluva lot closer to “Lucy and Ethel” really, maybe “Laverne and Shirley” too. Whatever “daring duo,” even The Wonder Twins just really applied to us.
Although my family didn’t vacation in Michigan, many families I know would go “up north” which was actually anything north of Flint. So I was camping with her family somewhere up north, I remember Jones Lake, maybe that was where but now I am not sure
Here we are just enjoying life, probably picking on her younger brother and being excited because her dad had just got her tickets to see Rick Springfield at Pine Knob before summer was over. We had to drive to a pay phone somewhere for her dad to call someone to get the tickets somehow. I remember all the quarters he had to make the call. He was successful and we were ecstatic! Later her momma and dad were going to pick blueberries. We had these little buckets and we set off somewhere that I just can’t remember for the life of me. Off we go to pick ’em blueberries. We weren’t paying much attention just meandering and picking berries, eating them and gabbing a mile a minute like we always did. Seems things were going just fine, I figure we were eating more blueberries than we picked, and having fun. Right up until we both happen to see a military tank approaching us….
Yes, I said tank. It’s more than a little odd to be picking blueberries in a field in the middle of Michugan and see a tank driving by. Well, neither of us thought this was normal in any way, but what happened next, well that is just the kind of things that happen to me and Bon is the same, so we were about to be double whammies to say the least.
I’m not familiar with the inner workings of a tank but I do know the hatch opens on the top so they can get in and out of it and there are usually some sort of artillery involved or attached, after all, it is a tank
Artillery, key word here.
The hatch was either open or it was opened already, I don’t know but we saw the soldier at the same time but before we could look at each other thinking “what in the world?” The soldier started shooting……
These things all happen so quickly or so slowly, who even knows, i sure don’t. I saw my life flash before my eyes. There went our buckets of blueberries into the air! What would they tell my parents?? I was shot dead by a soldier dude in a tank while picking blueberries?? Now, we’ve really done it, we are going home in body bags. My dad isn’t gonna like this one bit.
Did we let our blood curling screams? Probably, I dont remember because we were trying to dash out of the dangerous war zone like Superman and we were definitely not faster than any speeding locomotive, we were more like Scooby and Shaggy, when they are running away but going nowhere at all, rather than a Speedy Gonzales or the a Road Runner that’s for sure. I figure we could of ran over and trampled each other or bounced off each other and maybe knocked each other out cold because that moment we both simply thought we were goners RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE And RUN FORREST RUN; does not even give true light to what was going through our heads!
I don’t recall how we were stopped from running away from our pending doom, but someone did stop us. I don’t recall anyone but the two of us creaking the hell out I figure the have a very different take on this because they were behind us a bit. Probably laughing uncontrollably and pointing at us. Who could blame them, I’m sure we were a bizarre sight worth a lot of laughs. Imagine if they’d had cell phones? Oh lawdy!! The soldiers from Camp Graylinjg felt just awful for terrifying two young girls by shooting blanks at us. I think they ended up giving us all the rations that they had and giving us a round of bullets to have in the event we wanted to dress up like Rambo or GI Jane for Halloween because we were so tough! Yea, well they got laughs out of this just like our parents did!
I will forever hold dearly to my heart the trip listening to Gordon Heavyhand while laying in that hammock like only PQ could, the trip where I was almost killed by the army reserve from Camp Grayling while strolling through a blueberry field with my dear friend somewhere up north in inid-Michigan. How could either of us ever forget?!!
I love you my Bonita Fea Magdalena Sammich lady and you know what? I always will!