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Pringling

Pringling

If memory and reality become confused, perhaps that’s as it should be.  I have no idea where I first heard that phrase.  With so many different mediums entering our brains these days, it’s hard to recall the source, but I like the idea.

For example, I remember the time that Griffin and a couple of friends found themselves in the most massive of pickles when they handcuffed Dalton to the bannister downstairs.  OMGEEE!  Now in many households this wouldn’t be a big deal.  Those plastic handcuffs they sell at the dollar store can be broken easily.  But, when your dad is a cop, the handcuffs are real.  I had no idea where the keys were and neither did the boys.  Barring a pair of bolt cutters, those puppies weren’t coming off without the key.  There was scurrying and problem-solving and a bit of panic.  I don’t know if they were as concerned about giving Dalton his freedom or the fact that daddy was going to be home soon.  The clock was ticking!

There are still a few scuff marks on the stairwell from all the finagling they did to set Dalton free that night.  Occasionally, I notice it when I go downstairs and the memory makes me smile.  In fact, now I can’t even really remember how befuddled I was that night as I tried to figure out why they had daddy’s handcuffs in the first place and why they thought it would be a clever idea to imprison anyone to the 4th post from the bottom in the first place.  I know the boys were sweating it as the bewitching hour arrived when Jerry would be home and they would officially be caught.  My husband was more dumbfounded than mad—he’s slow to anger.  He likely scolded them mildly, then came upstairs and laughed with me.  I can’t say for sure because my memory and reality have become confused and I really believe that’s as it should be.

Similar to this concept, our college guy, Griffin (the handcuffer), recently asking us if we had ever heard of The Mandela Effect.  This is a very real theory where a collective group of people all misremember a fact or event.   Apparently, it all started when many people had the vivid recollection that Nelson Mandela had died while he was in prison.

Of course, that didn’t happen, but the memories seemed so rich that it seemed as if it were real to many people. A psychological phenomenon known as false memory.

Memory isn’t perfect.  Mine is terrible.  I’ve always said that I have information entering my brain so quickly that my brain is forced to dump the old stuff to make room for the new stuff.  Even Ferris Bueller once said, Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”   I think my Grandma, Elvie, said something similar, long before Ferris Bueller had a day off.

Not altogether unlike Ferris, I once had a college student in class say that he would “plow through his speech like a can of Pringles”.  That’s fast!  Anyone who has ever enjoyed these fresh, unbroken, non-greasy, no-air-taking-up-chip-space stackable snacks can certainly agree…they don’t last long!  Any cylinder can be a single serving if you try hard enough, right?  That’s when I reinvented the definition of pringling.

Definition of pringle-ing/

  1. : time flying quickly.


I know many of our donors get the concept of pringling, even if they’ve never heard the word.  Time flies.  The Community Foundation just realized this when we had to say farewell to Board Member Reggie Nevels after he completed his full 9-years of service on our Board of Directors.  He must have been having a lot of fun, because that 9-years flew by!  As a thank-you gift we are donating the book, “Good People Everywhere” by Lynea Gillen, to every Grant County elementary school library in honor or Reggie.  There truly are good people everywhere—Sheriff Nevels is just one of them.  A man who gives time, talent, and treasure back to his community because he believes it is much better to give than to receive.  Although Reggie completed his full term on our Board, I’m sure he’ll continue to give in other ways, that’s just the kind of guy he is.  We should all follow his lead and get involved in our community…there are many non-profits who need our help.

Check out www.ServeGrantCounty.org or email ThrivingFamilies@GiveToGrant.org to find out how to get involved in a Thiving Families workgroup.  Make a donation to any charity you like through the Community Foundation of Grant County, sign up to be a part of Leadership Grant County to meet others, like you, who are seeking to get more involved, or show the world that Grant County Rocks by crafting with kids, friends, or colleagues. Do it now because time is pringling.

We’re certainly feeling this at the Brown Bungalow.  Both of our boys are preparing to leave home next week—Griffin’s going to Spain and Dalton’s going to Georgia for Boot Camp.  One of us must have blinked because they went from boys to men before our very own eyes.  I think back to that day that they handcuffed Dalton to the bannister and laugh because I remember shortly after ‘the incident’ that Dalton requested a birthday cake made in the shape of…you guessed it…handcuffs—gray icing and all.  And, yes, we made one. We’ve always supported our children in their interests, celebrated their victories, and cried with them in their defeats.  I like to think that we not only provided the handcuff keys that day in the basement, but we also gave them the freedom to pursue their dreams…even if those dreams happen to take them to faraway places.

So, one day, we’ll look back at this time with nothing but joy, forgetting the we’ll-miss-you tears, because we realize that in order for them to leave a legacy, that they have to first leave the nest, explore the world, and prepare themselves for life’s big challenges.  And I hope that they plow through those challenges like a can of Pringles.

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