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Kerosene Lanterns

Hubby and I had just returned from camping in Bon Echo Provincial Park when it reminded me of our family camping excursion to Killbear Provincial Park years ago with our children. The eldest was five, middle child three, and the teenage boy was two. It was pretty amazing what a good time we were having that week considering most of it had been spent in the kitchen tent due to rain. The kids had been through most of their clothing, so when it had finally stopped raining I washed all of their socks which were covered in mud and then dried them over a fire. Once they were dried, they were warm but smelled quite smoky, the kids of course didn’t mind, they were troopers. During the evening we would sit in the kitchen tent playing games with light from one of our kerosene lanterns.

One evening though, turned out to be quite frightening. The one kerosene lantern we were using was quite old and probably not our best choice. The kids were sitting around the picnic table, I was at the other end in a lawn chair and hubby was sitting across from middle child, filling the lantern with kerosene. One minute all was quite calm as we were watching hubby work on the lantern when for some reason the lantern sprayed kerosene all over middle child. In a split second, hubby had middle child in his arms telling her to keep her eyes and mouth open as I poured jugs of water over her face and body. When all the water was used up, middle child was in awe of what was happening but not understanding the seriousness of the situation. Once we realized she was okay, hubby took her to the comfort station for a long shower to make sure there was no lingering kerosene on her. After that frightful evening, the kerosene lantern was disposed of and never to be used again.  We still use kerosene lanterns but they are new and when filled, hubby is far away from everyone.

The Shower

The other day, hubby and I were invited out to a barbecue at a friend’s house. This is a rare event because his shifts rarely coincide with their extremely busy social life and of course, an outing depends on whether or not I am having a good pain day. Anyways, in order for our outing, I needed a shower before making myself pretty. I yelled down the stairs to the teenage boy that mom was taking a shower, and then off handily added to my husband, you may join me if you like! Well the bathroom is right beside the teenage boy’s bedroom, and just as I entered the shower, the teenage boy decided to go to his room. Then the most horrible thing happened (according to the teenager), dad joined me in the shower. Oh was he angry! Now our son did hear quite a bit of noise coming from the shower, but it is not what you are thinking! Hubby could not believe how hot I liked the water, and was trying everything to get out-of-the-way of the stream.

The next day, well visiting my best friend’s house, I related the shower story to her. Now she has quite the wicked sense of humour, and was quick to give the teenage boy a talking too! First though she asked him how he thought he got here? The teenage boy quickly answered, “I like to believe the stork brought me”.