By Sylvia Li
Granny often told this story from her childhood. She didn't approve – she made it clear she felt it wasn't right. Yet it mattered, and she wanted us to know it.
Victorian values: "Children should be seen and not heard." At the family dinner table, young Eleanor and her many brothers and sisters were required to be presentable, to sit quietly and to eat their dinner without interrupting the adults.
Afterwards they would be shepherded off to bed, nursery or schoolwork depending on their age.
Children being children, this didn't always work out.
In those days sweets were "bad for a child's digestion." Servings of dessert were small and eagerly gobbled up in no time. One evening, though, her younger brother Edgar decided to do something different.
On his fork, he carefully speared all of the raisins from his wedge of raisin pie. After everyone else's pie was gone, he left his chair and paraded around triumphantly, waving the luscious forkful of raisins under the whole family's noses.
"Look at my raisin-y bite!" he crowed. "Look at my raisin-y bite!"
Until he got to their father. CHOMP! In one quick snap, Papa ate the raisin-y bite.
Oh, the wailing, then! But it was too late. Those raisins were gone forever.
EDITORIAL NOTE: We have worked our way through the initial batch of reader stories and beginning next week, I will start publishing second stories from some of the same writers. So – you may send new stories whether you have published previously or not. Instructions are here. Only one story. Please.
So – you may send new stories whether you have published previously or not. Instructions are here. Only one story. Please.