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"Those Old Tricks" by Rolly A. Chabot

Updated on August 19, 2012
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Morning Welcome

Collect the hugs at the door on the way in to all who come to visit. Take up a chair at the Fireside which will soon be blazing again. We are on the downward slide again into the cooler months then the winter months. I looked at the snow shovels in the shed the other day and spoke softly to them they would could just wait. "Not ready for you just yet."

The farmers have started to work in the fields and some have already been swathed and now in the final stages of drying. Soon the prairies and the foothill lands will be filled with the smell of that fall harvest in full swing. The best time of the year to capture those sunset pictures.

Gather around and lets just sit a spell. I was reading a book recently that spoke of remembering those childhood pranks and tricks we played just because we were kids. Those sort of ones where no one got hurt and yet there would be the consequences should you get caught. Did I, well I suppose a few times... I know the nose is growing longer as I write. Ok, Ok maybe more than a few.

Above all as you read know that you are dearly loved... you are family.

NOT SANDY

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Dad's Barbershop

My Dad was a barber in a small town of 300 people and 60 dogs. The neighbour lady who had a Cocker Spaniel named Sandy and Dad were in a fairly regular battle over the dog coming over and depositing gifts on our sparse lawn.

One day Dad was away in the city and myself and a friend decided it may not be a bad idea to cool poor Sandy off and give him a haircut. Though there was a bit of a struggle from Sandy because he knew he was in unfamiliar territory (The Enemy's Camp) we managed to give him a trim as poor as it was, leaving his head and the tip of his tail and around his paws where he sported some rather handsome puffs of hair. As far as I was concerned I had done a fairly good job to help cool the poor dog down.

It was not until the owner of the dog saw what happened did we begin to run for cover. This would be a hard one to cover up let alone the mess we had created on the floor and barber chair of Dads once pristine Barber Shop. It seems as though fine red dog hair is harder to clean up than you think.

Dad had no sooner parked the car the neighbour lady came over sporting her dog that now looked like a miniature lion and stood shivering behind her vocal owner. My Dad always had the greatest sense of humour and would laugh at the silliest things. To this day I have never understood how he kept a straight face while the riot act was being read to him that day. I can tell you after she left Dad excused himself and went off in private and laughed till the tears came down his cheeks.

As punishment for this horrible deed my Dad decided that maybe a special haircut for myself and my friend Larry was in order. The rule being we had to wear it like that till it grew out again. Dad did a great job leaving clumps of hair in places and bald spots in others. We were hoping we could pass it off as a new trend a little like the emerging Beetles Band at the time but it fail as word got out what had truly happened. I swear that dog Sandy and all the other dogs in town laughed at us each time we went past.

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Outhouse Tipping

Halloween seemed to be the time of year when you could walk a fairly fine line and not get caught. (Especially travelling in groups). Harmless again but yes causing some disruption to the regular flow of things when you came out in the morning and found your outhouse tipped over. You see we never had indoor plumbing or running water (I was the runner of water) and such a problem would cause others distress and there would be some upset people in town in more ways than one.

Now being the young entrepreneur I decided one year to cash in and offer a service with me and my fellow tippers to stand them all again. The cost was 25 cents per outhouse and we cashed in rather handsomely and made 2 dollars and fifty cents that day. Now split 2.50 by 7 kids and the net was .37 cents each. Now in those days you could buy a pile of candy for that.

Soon my Dad caught wind of the fine son he had raised and learned of the small fee charged. I was busted again and made to do tasks for each person of equal value or until they thought I had repented. I might add I was the one that took the fall for all my accomplices in the crime of the year. Trust me it was hard being the Barber's son in a small town. It seemed nothing got by and as the years past my once shiny halo was being badly tarnished.

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Once in While

Has the prankster ever left. Well not really. Dad taught me well as he was the master. Once we were at a gathering of many old friends and laughing about those times. I was on pancakes that morning and Larry my old buddy and nearly leader of the prank patrol decided he needed an extra sleep in. After everyone else had eaten out came Larry rubbing his eyes and greeting the rather bright day with a headache that was caused by some sort of liquids he had consumed the night before.

I called out "You need some breakfast old friend? His response was I could eat anything. Now for those who know me well enough that opened the door to some options. With my back turned to Larry I proceeded to cook a special pancake and placed a dish cloth inside. This was an extra thick one. In the meanwhile he was bragging about all the good ones he had pulled over on me.

Larry sat and I placed this monster pancake in front of him. After getting it all slathered in butter and syrup proceeded to start eating. After a few bites he ran into the dishcloth and that started another day of getting even. Life is meant to be filled with laughter and harmless fun and it was and still is the same today. (Well more reserved as you can see by the picture) One thing I have learned is when you are busted just accept it and suffer the consequences. This another lesson I learned from Dad after being busted so often.

Larry has since passed away sadly and yet I bet he is still pulling pranks in heaven. Have a joyful heart is what we are taught and take the time to bring a smile to the face of others when you can. There is a time for such fun and a time to simply be a friend to comfort and console others. A time to simply smile and wish a complete stranger a good day with a bright smile. Take the time today and be a kid again and have some fun with those you love.


Rolly A. Chabot

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      lmmartin 4 years ago from Alberta and Florida

      About the dog "that now looked like a miniature loin": Really? I'd love to have seen that. And pray tell, was it a male or female loin? Sorry, Rolly, but this little typo gave me more chuckles than the story.

      But I did enjoy the stories, honest. Made me think of my childhood pranks (innocent and not-so-innocent) like setting a paper bag full of doggie doo afire on someones front step and ringing their doorbell. By the time they came out to stomp on it, we were in hiding, evident only by our giggles... (What brats we were!)

      Thanks for the smile.

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      Pollyannalana 4 years ago from US

      Well unless I missed something watching the outhouse seemed like a fairly honest job? Unless you were the ones who usually turned them over! Sounds like a fun childhood. My dad always threatened with a belt but I don't recall I ever got it, just the sight was scary enough for me. I would take a few good licks from it right now though to have him back!

      Great write, up and shared.

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      lmmartin 4 years ago from Alberta and Florida

      Okay. So, Rolly, what are you doing with your comments. I know I left one an hour ago. It's not here. Have you set comments at "must be approved" before showing? Oh, dear.

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      Rebecca Mealey 4 years ago from Northeastern Georgia, USA

      It sounds like you had a very colorful childhood. Thanks for sharing these sweet memories. Fall is my favorite season!

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Lynda... thanks for the "Loin" heads up... Gave me a laugh as well... Oh the old paper bag and the Do-Do trick was another... I coud add to that one but I will hold another more terrible for another hub... lol... all I can say is poor Mom.

      Hugs from Canada

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Lynda...I have a setting I have always had because of a few people who have no right to post on any of my sites... just something I prefer... hope you understand... I learned after some slanderous remarks and care not to have that again... you know you are always welcome...

      Hugs again

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi rebeccamealey... welcome to the Fireside and pleased you said hello... I was actually model child... whoops there goes the nose ... growing again but we did have fun.

      Hugs from Canada

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Polly... hugs for missing your Dad... we all miss them so much after we loose them. No matter the day Dad comes to my mind.

      Yes my dear me and the other bandits of outhouse bandits were the ones that caused them to tip over... lol...

      Hugs from Canada

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      Terrye Toombs 4 years ago from Somewhere between Heaven and Hell without a road map.

      Rolly, I knew there was a reason I liked you. :) Great stuff! I love a good prank almost as much as I like a good laugh. Great stories! :)

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      Linda Crampton 4 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Your stories are very entertaining, Rolly. What an interesting and fun childhood you must have had! Thanks for sharing the enjoyment.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi TT... all I have to say is "Birds of a feather... well they just flock together... I think you are in the lead...

      Hugs from Canada

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Alicia... great to see you again... life has gotten far to busy of late it seems and I have been missing out on many great hubs... Glad to hear you had some smiles while reading this.

      Hugs from Canada

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      William Kovacic 4 years ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Rolly, My only question is Was there anybody in the outhouse when you tipped it over? That should have been worth more money.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi lifegate... lol... never thought of that possibility... now that would have been a hoot.

      Hugs from Canada

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      Mary Craig 4 years ago from New York

      Have a joyful heart! Great line. Great hub filled with the fun we used to have. Harmless pranks can be fun and it sounds like you had lots...though you didn't always end up on the bright side of things ;) So glad to know you are such a funster.

      Voted up, awesome, and interesting.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi tillsontitan ... glad you had fun reading this. There have been so many changes from when I was a child to today. Back then summer days meant getting on your bike with your friends wit fishing poles and a sandwich and not a care i the world for you or your parents... they were good days indeed...

      Hugs from Canada

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