My Weird Life: The “Inventions”.

When I was a kid, as I may have mentioned, I went to my grandparents’ house every Tuesday and stayed overnight until Wednesday night. They lived only ten miles away from us, so my Granddaddy actually took me to school on Wednesday morning and picked me up that afternoon. It was some of the best times of my life, being at their house.
Their neighborhood was a friendly, safe place, and I had many friends there, from the other senior citizens and empty-nesters who had lived there for probably forty years, to the kids who lived in the few houses with young-to-middle-aged parents, to the dogs and cats I met along my many walks and explorations of the many streets and cul-de-sacs.
One kid friend I made was my age and I met her when I was in the first grade. Her name was Hope, and looking back on some of the decor I saw in the house, her family was Jewish because I remember asking about where they had their Christmas tree one holiday season and her mom very nicely explained that their religion didn’t have a Christmas tree but had a menorah. Simple as that. That may have been my first exposure to Judaism..anyway, I’m getting off track. So Hope and I would play some afternoons when I was at Grandmother and Granddaddy’s house, and one of our favorite things to do was make “inventions”!
Our “inventions” were just random  collectives of junk culled from her parents’ copious basement  that was LOADED with stuff! We would stack, connect, and string up all sorts of completely unrelated objects into these magnificent Rube Goldberg-esque assemblages that didn’t do a thing, yet Hope and I could come up with explanations for what the inventions did and what part each item of junk played—-we of course had to make her mom and dad come down and look at the new inventions we were unveiling and we would do a big sideshow-style presentation. Good times!
One of the simpler ones I can remember looked a lot like this:
Invention 1 .png

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