My wife has a reputation for doing and saying things in her sleep. This story took place in our first house. It was before our children were born. My wife has some nice cross-stitched pieces that she had done that were based on Norman Rockwell works. We had several of these hanging in our bedroom. She had placed one on the wall on each side of our bed. She had another on the wall next to a window in our bedroom. One night I woke up and I could see her standing next to this picture reaching up like she was taking it off the wall. I asked her what she was doing. She said, “The man’s coming to get it!” I could tell from her response that she was asleep, so I got up and grabbed the picture to make sure she didn’t break it. I woke her up in the process. When I talked to her about this, she said she was having a dream. She was taking a certificate from a wall to give it to someone in the dream. It was a good think that I woke up when I did.
My wife doing something interesting while she was asleep has never been an every-night experience. But this story also takes place in our first apartment which we lived in for about a year. This particular night, we went to sleep as usual. She didn’t do or say anything special before I fell asleep. She didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night. The alarm clock went of the next morning and we were still laying in the bed. She sat up and asked me “What did you do with my gown?” She always slept in a gown and when I rolled over to look at her, I could see that she wasn’t wearing one. And she wasn’t wearing a smile either. I told I didn’t do anything with it, but she was convinced that I had undressed her in the middle of the night. She was mad at me until she found it folded up underneath her pillow.
My wife and I were still in that first apartment when I had my next encounter with her doing things in her sleep. She had a very nice pair of diamond earrings that someone in her family had given to her as a Christmas gift. She was very careful not to sleep in these earrings. One night, we had been in the bed for a short time. I was drifting off to sleep when she nudged me and handed me her earrings to put on our only nightstand which was on my side of the bed. The next morning when we were getting up, she reached up to her ears and said, “Where are my earrings?” I told her that she had given them to me the night before I and showed them to her on the nightstand. She had no memory of giving them to me.
My wife and I had not been married that long until I found out that she would occasionally walk or talk in her sleep. The very first time I remember her doing anything like this was when we were in our first apartment. She fell asleep before I did but we hadn’t been in bed that long. All of a sudden she shouted, “Dammit Arthur, Close the Blinds!” I like to sleep in a dark room. I wouldn’t have gotten in bed unless I thought the blinds were closed enough to make the room as dark as possible. But as a newlywed that wanted to make everything right for my bride, I dutifully got up and tried to close them a little more. It was when I got back in the bed that realized she was asleep and had been when she shouted at me.
When I was growing up, I slept in a twin bed. This is the same bed I talked about in a previous post where I talk about not being a sleepwalker. This bed had 4 slats under the boxed springs. One of these slats didn’t fit that well and would occasionally fall out when I was moving in the bed. The boxed springs didn’t shift. The provided no real purpose other than to make a very loud noise when it hit the tile floor in my room.
I am not a sleepwalker. I have never been one to get up in the middle of the night while I was not awake. The closest I ever came to sleepwalking was one evening when I was still in elementary school. I woke up and found myself sitting up in the bed. I wasn’t dreaming about getting up or sitting up. I don’t remember that I was dreaming about anything at all. I briefly considered what was going on and decided to aggressively fall back onto my pillow.
Growing up in rural West Tennessee, I wasn’t exposed to very much polka music. For years my only real exposure to polka was the occasional Myron Floren song on the Lawrence Welk Show. My next exposure to polka that had any impact on me was when a Camelot Music store opened at our local mall. This store had a wider variety of albums than the JC Penny and Sears stores in the mall. They even had an international section that included a few polka albums. I never listened to them, but I could tell from their album artwork, the accordion figured into polka music. “Weird Al” Yankovic was probably my next exposure with his occasional polka versions of rock songs but I don’t think that should really count. The Shmenge Brothers skits on the SCTV television show was probably the most authentic exposure to real polka although I didn’t really appreciate it. It wasn’t until I saw the Big Joe Polka Show that I got a real idea of what polka was about.
I drove a Chevy S-10 pickup truck for years. This truck had a standard transmission. When my kids were young, it was a rare occasion that any of them would ride in the truck with me, especially by the time we had more than one kid. The problem was fitting more than one car seat in the small cab of this truck. On the rare occasion when I would put two car seats in the truck, there was barely enough room for me to sit. And when I did get in the truck, it was difficult to reach the stick to shift gears. It was just easier to use my wife’s vehicle when I needed to go anywhere with the kids.
Back when my son was in school, he had an assignment that he needed to put in a folder. He was upstairs in our house one evening and shouted down to his mother to tell her that he needed a folder. He didn’t need the folder immediately, but my wife didn’t know this. Additionally, she had just gotten home from the store where she could have picked one up for him.
When my youngest daughter was little, she liked to sing. While all my children have musical talent, she is the one who continues to play. She is the most outgoing of my kids and has always been more likely to sing in public. At family gatherings, she would occasionally sing my song Wild Man in the Desert while my son and I would accompany her on guitars. But like most kids, she was more likely to sing children’s songs that she heard on the variety of recordings and videos she watched.
Singer, Songwriter, Entertainer, Storyteller