I remember when I was about ten years old living in Delhi, CA. Small Town USA. Life was simple; we were around friends and family everyday. This particular day that I am thinking of was a very hot, muggy day.

My grandmother made a ton of iced tea. We kids were out back playing and rough housing. The yard was a big yard with almond and walnut trees all around the place. The house was a big white house with a big front porch.

We kids were throwing walnuts at each other when we asked if we could walk down to the corner market and get a candy bar. We got to the store and found out that Ready Whip cans were on sale for 10 cents a piece. Well, those were cheaper than candy bars, so we got us two cans each and five pieces of penny candy. Now we were set.

We all got back to grandpa and grandmas’ and realize that our great uncle Woodrow had showed up. After visiting with the rest of the adults he came outside and talked to us kids for a while.

We kids learned at an early age that uncle Woodrow was quite comical, if he got mad he would have a wild cussing fit, just like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum.
Woodrow wandered off and got under a big shade tree to nap; he had been working all morning. He went off to sleep and began to snore. Woodrow doesn’t have any little ole snore; when he snores he brings the rafters down.

That’s when I got an idea. I got my little five year old cousin Kevin to Indian Crawl on his belly very slowly up to Woodrow, and the closer Kevin got, the quieter it got in the house. The adults had quit talking at the big table in the window and were all watching Kevin.

Kevin snuck in closer and closer, we were are holding our breath. It got quieter; Woodrow’s snoring got louder. Kevin got so close he was right beside Woodrow. Kevin eased the whipped cream can into his mouth. Just as Woodrow let out a big snore, Kevin hit the button.

The can let go with the whipped cream and that god awful noise. Woodrow began to spit and sling his arms. Kevin was on the run and Woodrow was having a wild cussing fit like we’ve never seen before. We’ve heard him cuss, but not ever like this. His arms were slinging, he was stomping his feet, he was cussing as the whipped cream sprayed everywhere. Us kids ran and scattered.

The roar of laughter from within the house was absolutely great. Grandpa, being the guy that he was, came outside and got us all together, but out of sight of Woodrow. With a big threatening voice and a smile on his face he scolded us. He then gave us a dollar each and said, “Woodrow leaves pretty soon". You all go down to the store and get you a big treat on me.”

By: James Grimes
4/9/09

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