Melon Head or Not?
Fun, Stupid things I do November 19th, 2008
In a previous post, I made mention of getting my head stuck in a wrought iron fence when I was a kid about the age you see me pictured here. All of my memories of it come from the memories of family members who repeatedly bring up the story at holiday and other gatherings. Always when there are enough people around to hear the story and laugh at me.
Yeah, well. I’m having serious doubts that this event ever took place. Why? Because my own mother can’t remember the details. And neither can my one of my sisters who’s a little older than me and likely was there when it supposedly happened.
I think this has all been made-up so that, as the last born child in our family, there will be always something to ridicule me about ’til the day I die. Stop picking on me already!
The story goes that I was playing around on this porch. I got the idea to shove my head through the fence (the fence at the top, not on the steps) and then couldn’t pull it back out.
It’s been said that the fire department had to come rescue me and that they had to cut out one of the rods to make enough room to release me. Indeed, one of the rods was missing for years. But something tells me that it fell out or was taken out for some other reason and that this whole story was concocted to validate my lifelong suspicion that I have a gigantic freak head.
So what is it, my dear siblings? Did I really get my head stuck in a fence, or has this been a 40 year joke at my expense? Was there some truth to it, but over the years it gathered steam? I call bullsh*t on the fire department showing up.
I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell the story again at Thanksgiving. I can withhold pie, you know.
p.s. If that picture doesn’t prove I’ve been a cranky pants my whole life, nothing does.
Stumble it!
November 19th, 2008 at 4:17 pm
My family claims that I was lost in a blizzard … I think they made that up too!!
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November 19th, 2008 at 4:19 pm
I bet you they made it up. The rod was missing and they seized the opportunity.
Cute picture though
November 19th, 2008 at 4:21 pm
See if you’re hosting the holiday this time, I say you can call the shots. “Who wants turkey? OH NO… not YOU, Aunt Lena. YOU were a LITTLE too happy to tell the head-in-the-railing story this year. And consider yourself yam-free tonight, too.”
See how easy that is?
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November 19th, 2008 at 4:23 pm
Must be standard practice for older siblings to create stories about the youngest, because my husband swears that half of the stories his family tells about him aren’t true. Only the embarrassing ones, though…
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November 19th, 2008 at 4:42 pm
Sometimes I think that the story my mom told me that I wandered away from home once when I was 2½ only to be found by dad a few blocks away playing in a construction site is unbelievable.
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November 19th, 2008 at 4:52 pm
This one time at my dad’s work, I deiced to see if I could fit through the back crack of a cushy chair. It worked, except my head got stuck, and my dad has to unscrew part of it for me to get out. He took a picture, too. I know this is true because it happened last year. So much for common sense.
November 19th, 2008 at 4:54 pm
Awesome dress Cranky Pants!
As an older sibling….all the torture to the younger ones was real. I don’t think we could make it up if we tried.
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November 19th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
I think you and my Mommie could be the same person! Except she never got her head stuck anywhere. On account of she has a pinhead. Look here to see!
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November 19th, 2008 at 5:19 pm
I think something that dramatic you’d remember! Mom makes up tails about me too. I just tell her to shove it. HAHA!
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November 19th, 2008 at 5:25 pm
Awww, you are so cute! Head stuck in railings is something quite believable of most kids, but stuck so fast the fire department had to come could well be an exaggeration.
**Daisy’s mum** Ha ha ha! Love the hat!
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November 19th, 2008 at 5:43 pm
Either cranky ….or you just broke the rod and your siblings said you did it with your head…siblings have messed my mind up for life with stories that people never recall accurately !! Especially on Thanksgiving.
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November 19th, 2008 at 5:48 pm
Melon Head NOT.
Was that photo taken after the first of many teasings you got?
If so, you deserve to be cranky.
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November 19th, 2008 at 6:00 pm
I’m the oldest and I love telling stories about the other 2. I’m 16 years older than the baby so I have a lot of stuff on him. LOL Love your stories.
Mary
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November 19th, 2008 at 6:25 pm
I think it’s a sad day when all of our stories can either be confirmed or denied. BTW, love the Shirley Temple coat!
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November 19th, 2008 at 6:40 pm
Being the youngest of four……I would have to say that it was a big fat lie. And they all say being the youngest is the easiest. What do they know?
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November 19th, 2008 at 6:41 pm
Is it the air in the LV? My kids tell me I have a ‘big bulbous alien head’. Guess who’s not getting pie at my house this year?
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November 19th, 2008 at 6:55 pm
Aw, you were adorable! And your head appears, from that photo as least, to be completely normal-sized.
When I was about five, my older cousin managed to convince me that I was adopted. His story was so realistic–he even said he remembered the day my mom found me! I believed him completely, but didn’t tell anyone else. A couple of weeks later I got in trouble for something, and blurted out to my mom that I knew she didn’t love me because I was adopted. She had to drag the story out of me, and she was SO mad at my cousin. He still laughs about it.
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November 19th, 2008 at 6:56 pm
Aw, you were adorable! And your head appears, from that photo as least, to be completely normal-sized.
When I was about five, my older cousin managed to convince me that I was adopted. His story was so realistic–he even said he remembered the day my mom found me! I believed him completely, but didn’t tell anyone else. A couple of weeks later I got in trouble for something, and blurted out to my mom that I knew she didn’t love me because I was adopted. She had to drag the story out of me, and she was SO mad at my cousin. He still laughs about it. So, if I were you, I would doubt your family’s story…unless they can produce photographic proof.
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November 19th, 2008 at 7:02 pm
I think those alleged relatives are lying their fat asses off. (I say alleged because I think they were adopted from a monkey colony…hehehe)
There is no way that your head was too big to squeeze back out of a hand rail.
You can tell them that I know who they are and that they are big fat liars.
November 19th, 2008 at 7:43 pm
Actually I think you look a little confused there. Was that after your head got stuck?
If anything, maybe they all had their heads stuck…as for absepa’s story about her cousin, I told my sister she was adopted for years. “See, you have red hair, neither Mom nor Dad have red hair. Where do you think it came from? Your real parents.” I think it must be a guy thing. We’re cruel like that.
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November 19th, 2008 at 7:48 pm
Curious they didn’t use the same camera to capture your head-lock dilemma. Especially with the fire trucks and all.
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November 19th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
I think it was a “Leave It To Beaver” episode.
I have the opposite problem, my aunts remind me of embarrassing events that I had successfully forgotten up until then.
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November 19th, 2008 at 8:09 pm
Kathy in a Black and White Photo ?
WoW….even Gone With the Wind was in Color ???
Were you friends with Shirley Temple ?
(Alan runs and hides from Kathy now)
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November 19th, 2008 at 8:15 pm
Melon Head! It’s too good not to be true. I rode the escalator down sitting on my butt at about that age and got my panties hung in the last escalator step. I clearly remember the humiliation and how everyone laughed at me.
That’s a cutie little girl – yes Shirley Temple.
November 19th, 2008 at 8:26 pm
hi Kathy,
I’m the youngest also and there are several stories about what supposedly happened when I was a kid but that I have no memory of. Your story sounds made up to me. My guess is that something happened to the fence rod and your older siblings came up with the story about your HUGE head getting stuck and needing to call the fire department. It’s a good story… BTW, this actually did happen to my son (big heads run in our family too), but we didn’t need the fire department. Just a good shove.
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November 19th, 2008 at 8:32 pm
Like George Washington and his cherry tree, Kathy has her iron wrought fence.
Truth? It doesn’t matter. Legends need only the possibility of truth to blossom.
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November 19th, 2008 at 8:33 pm
I got you beat! I was the youngest that my Parents adopted. When I was three, My older siblings put me in the dryer and turned it on. That’s why I turnedout the smartest. Because I hit my head so many times.
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November 19th, 2008 at 8:40 pm
My mother still claims to this day I got switched at the hospital the day of my berth..:))) make em fess up cranky pants..:)))
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November 19th, 2008 at 9:10 pm
I bet it’s true! Back in the day, fire departments seemed to spend a lot of time freeing stuck children and rescuing kittens from trees, etc. On another note, I love that little coat your wearing.
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November 19th, 2008 at 9:32 pm
Speaking as the oldest of my siblings and me, it is incumbent upon us to dream up embarrassing stories about our youngest siblings, for the purpose of deflecting any inefficiencies away from us at the holiday table.
We sign a contract when we turn two.
Really. My mom told me I did.
She told me that a witch lived in that old scary looking house a couple blocks down, too. And that she had to walk ten miles, one way, through 18 feet of snow to get to school when she was a kid.
Really.
Don’t you wear a coat oddly similar to the one in the photo?
November 19th, 2008 at 10:06 pm
Ok. Don’t hate me, but looking at the fence and looking at your adorable curl-covered head, i could def see it getting stuck. Not because you had a huge head. It just seems the rods on the fence could be close enough together to trap a child. Made up or not, I def. agree with threatening to withhold thanksgiving nummies to whomever doesn’t follow the newly enforced rule of Not making fun of the cook/hostess.
“My House, My Food, My rules. Break them and be prepared to lose your turkey and settle for Spam casserole with brussel sprouts. -fin-”
(hang this above the front door.) =P
November 19th, 2008 at 10:09 pm
I vote for ‘never happened’. You’d remember. I remember my sister dumping me out of a Flexible Flyer into a sticker bush at the beach when I was four. No firemen were involved. You’d remember. Someone probably made up a joke about it once and it got retold until it became reality.
Someday I’ll have to scan my pictures in my purple polyester dress with the smocking and the little white collar with the embroidered flower on.
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November 19th, 2008 at 11:42 pm
Kathy, are you 100% positive that that picture is of you? It has a kind of 1930s or ’40s feel to it rather than 60s – 70s.
With the downcast gaze of the little girl, it’s also hard to match her features with yours.
I guess the story could be true, but it’s strange you do not remember it. I guess it depends on how old you were when it supposedly happened.
For instance, I was born in Nov 1967 and two years later we had a big earthquake (Tulbagh 1969, richter scale 6.3) which destroyed buildings and killed 9 people, fortunately situated quite some distance from Cape Town where I stayed (and still stay). However I have no recollection of it at all. Also don’t recall knowing first hand when the first man set foot on the Moon. The Vietnam War completely passed me by. I don’t recall Richard Nixon in office. The first President of the United States in my memory is Gerald Ford.
My earliest memories involve a pet cat (smokey) walking on a balconey railing of the apartment we stayed in. I remember it falling out of a window. I remember my youngest brother falling out of his pram.
Interesting topic this.
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November 20th, 2008 at 12:37 am
You were such an adorable little girl! Lovely hair.
They probably made up the iron fence incident. When I was eight, I convinced my younger sisters, who were then aged five and six, that they were adopted. I even went as far as showing them a piece of brown envelope which contained the ‘adoption papers.’ I took it back back as soon as the youngest one began to cry.
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November 20th, 2008 at 5:31 am
For sure that is a made up story. Or completely embellished.
Look at the evidence in the photo. If you were to measure the width of your head compared to the width of the fence up top there’s no way you could wedge it through. Not even greased up with butter.
I call bullsh*t on the whole story. Completely fabricated.
Of course this is from one last-born to another.
November 20th, 2008 at 6:17 am
Eric “Speedcat Hollydale” — It’s always in a blizzard, isn’t it? Wouldn’t be as much drama if it were dry and sunny, would it?
Angi — I’m going to get to the bottom of this, once and for all. (Thanks!)
Jenn Thorson — I’m not hosting, but I am the Bearer of Pie, so there can be some denial. Love how you think!
Susan — It’s a conspiracy. They tell a story that you can’t possibly remember, so how can you prove it didn’t happen?
Jaffer — I stand corrected. All classic getting lost stories include either a blizzard OR a construction site. There has to be the risk of falling into a gigantic hole, right?
Regan — Points for admitting that. And where’s the picture? I need to see the picture.
Jocelyn — I think torturing younger ones is a requirement. But how do we younger ones ever get back at the older? Hmmm, I have a blog. That shouldn’t be too hard.
Daisy the Curly Cat — I love your Mommie’s picture! I’m happy her pin head kept her from getting stuck. Getting stuck is kinda scary (or so I hear).
Lauren — I think so, too. But then again, I was probably only three years old or so.
Babs Beetle — Thank you! I don’t believe the fire department came, either. I can believe my head got stuck, but if the fire department came, wouldn’t someone have taken a picture? I know I would.
kingofnewyorkhacks — Now that I think about it, I have a vague recollection of the rod being loosened for years and then just falling out. But how did it get loose? Was it from the fire department? I may never know. Of course, my family hasn’t chimed in here yet.
Maureen — I was probably teased the day I was born. At least I can’t remember the first few years.
Mary — I bet you do! The eldest sibling is 13 years older than me and she has the most “stuff” on me. It’s fascinating to hear stories about yourself when you’re older. Of course, I never know what’s true and what’s not.
Prefers Her Fantasy Life — I don’t know if this story will be denied or not. I might have just ruined a wonderful tradition for my family. I have no memory of that coat, but I think it’s cute, too!
Sue — Yeah! You’re right. They do all say is easier. But it’s not!
Anne — Nice! Just tell them your big head holds extra brain. Take that, small brains!
absepa — Your cousin was horrible!! I can’t think of a more evil lie to tell a kid. {hugs} I know there isn’t any photographic proof. And that’s why the story can be told any way it wants to be, right?
David — I will gladly tell my Thanksgiving pie-less lying family what big fat fibbers they are. Time for some respect!
unfinishedrambler — I do look confused. Or sad. Or tired. Or all of the above. As for your cruelness: “NO PIE FOR YOU! NEXT!”
Geakz — Yeaaaaaaah. A kid’s stuck. You take a picture. Big red truck shows up. You take a picture!
Dan Brantley — Oh, I’m sure there was a stuck head in Beaver’s past. Your aunts are mean.
Alan — Yeah. We had multiple cameras around that time. This was probably during the move to Polaroids. I have many more of those. This one looks so Depression era, doesn’t it? I absolutely had Shirley Temple hair. Half the time, my mother had to cut curls out because she couldn’t get a comb through them. That much I remember.
Data Entry Services — Yikes! You’re lucky you didn’t get sucked into the escalator. Must have been frightening and the laughing at you part just seals it. Sorry, hon.
Steve, the big-headed Trade Show Guru — Yeah, it has all the makings of a tall tale. So you can get an stuck head unstuck with just a good shove? Don’t you risk popping the head right off like a Pez dispenser?
Joe — Ah, I knew George and I had something in common.
Chris (Casey) — I always thought “kid in the dryer” stories were made up, until someone told me their cat crawled in there and they turned it on. How do you not know something the size of a turkey is in there??? You lied and so you don’t get any pie.
robert bourne — Classic! And, yeah, I’m getting to the bottom of this once and for all.
DJ — We shall find out soon enough. I bet they never thought I’d question the veracity of their claim. I love the coat, too! Wish I still had it.
BabaBooey — Thank you for explaining why torturing youngsters is a requirement. I wasn’t aware it was in the manual. Oh, yeah. My dad had the same walking-to-school story, except it was also uphill both ways. The thing about the coat is if it’s so cold to wear a coat, why am I wearing a dress. My legs must have been freezing!
Kara — I could see it getting stuck, too. Heads are weird. They get stuck easy, but it’s all that fussing and crying that makes them hard to get out. I’m not hosting this year, but I am bringing pie. Or not.
Shieldmaiden1196 — I like to think I’d remember, too. But I don’t know exactly how old I was at the time of the supposed event. Maybe I wouldn’t remember? Oh, yes, please share your polyester with us. We like to ridicule polyester here.
Richard Catto — Yep, I’m sure. Flipped it over and all the stats are there. I was two and a half in this shot. It’s so interesting when exactly a child remembers a big event. I don’t much remember Nixon either. When you start reading and seeing footage of historical events, it’s weird how you can’t remember them. I imagine no child who was 2-4 years old remembers 9/11. But as you’ve illustrated, it’s usually the unhappy moments we can recall.
Kate C – Thanks! What is with these fake adoption stories?! It cracks me up kids would even dream of saying that. Oh, boy. Kids can be cruel.
cardiogirl — If I wiggled it through enough, I could see shoving it in. Getting it out, whole other screaming matter. Hey. We last-borns have to stick together. I’m starting a revolution! Babies of the family UNITE!!!
November 20th, 2008 at 6:50 am
Okay, I did do that when I was like three and we were on vacation. I decided that I would put my head through the stair railing and it was stuck. Luckily for me that all the adults were out on the porch with the door closed and no one could here me so I was stuck there until my grandma came in to get a drink and she heard me scream. Then she went screaming to get my dad and he pulled me out through the top. So your not the only one who has done it.
November 20th, 2008 at 7:36 am
See if you can get a ballpark date of the incident and the name of the responding fire company. We will probably have to make a field trip as those records would not be digitized, but I’ll bet we can get confirmation. However, it would be a lot of work to find this out. Why don’t you just drink heavily at Thanksgiving dinner? That’s my plan.
November 20th, 2008 at 7:46 am
I’m hurt! No Pie?! My Mom opened up a can of Whup butt on my Sister for what she did! I admit I sorta liked it, and wanted to go again. But I’m strange that way!
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November 20th, 2008 at 7:49 am
By the by, I don’t think you have a melonhead, and I doubt you are a true “Crankypants.”
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November 20th, 2008 at 8:05 am
You are too cute. I am not amazed at the cranky pants look- just the BLONDE hair!
November 20th, 2008 at 8:14 am
Poor Baby. Of COURSE your little head would fit through those top railings. I’m betting on cruelty-by-family for that story. My Dad has an entire backlog of stuff on all of us kids, and no comment, no matter how innocuous, is guaranteed to bring up some excruciating incident. Which he relates in Full Living Color for our spouses, friends and anyone else lucky enough to be there. Thanks Dad! You owe me $4,573.62 for psychotherapy.
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November 20th, 2008 at 8:19 am
Wait to you hear what my big sister did to me. I was very young, and my sister was running bath water for me. She pulled something out of the medicine closet and said, as she was pouring the solution into the water, “This will make you disappear”. I got in the tub, and she left. A little while later, I was out of the tub, drying myself off, when my sister came back into the bathroom. “Kathy, where are you?” I said, “I’m right here”. She proceeded to walk away mumbling something about how she told me to stay in the bathroom til she came back to get me. I looked at my arms – I could see them – why couldn’t she see me??? I quickly toweled off and got dressed and went downstairs to where my mother and sister were in the kitchen. “Hi Mom!”, I said. She and my sister continued talking as if I wasn’t there. After a few minutes more of me at first talking, and then screaming “I’m right here, I’m right here!!!!”, did they finally admit that they could see me again. The solution had worn off.
I’m still known to this day as “invisible Kathy”.
November 20th, 2008 at 8:41 am
Omg – that reminds me of the time that my brother, Johnny, played a trick on a very annoying neighborhood kid. He put a tack on the kid’s bicycle seat and when the public nuisance sat on it Johnny told the kid he was bit by an African shrinking beetle. The remedy was to drink some concoction he and my sister dreamed up that included hefty amounts of tabasco sauce, but – it wasn’t guaranteed to work. Unfortunately, it didn’t “work”. While my sister was feeding him the potion, my brother had raised his bicycle seat! The brat was so scared he ran all the way home and it was weeks before he came back again.
November 20th, 2008 at 8:46 am
Let me only assure you that your noggin’ is a virtual pin compared to this melon I’ve been hauling around on my neck. I won’t get into my childhood stories – even if I stuck to 1,000/post, I would yo at the magic 10,000 number by lunch. Cheer up pinhead!
November 20th, 2008 at 9:02 am
I have to agree with some of the previous commenters who thought you looked like a contemporary of Shirley Temple. How is it I’m older than you, but your photo looks like it comes from the 1940s?
Anyway, your head (at least at that age) was perfectly normal. I think your family members are having you on. In my family, it’s my older brother who gets all the grief. My mom swears that he bit my arm repeatedly when I was a baby and blamed it on the cat. Unfortunately, I can’t remember if this ever happened, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make him miserable about it.
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November 20th, 2008 at 9:38 am
It sounds like one massive conspiracy to me. Want me to give Oliver Stone a call? I bet we could get him to make a movie that gets to the bottom of this…
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November 20th, 2008 at 9:59 am
Kathy,
I would just like to say your head looks normal now and then. How dare they?
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November 20th, 2008 at 10:07 am
Yup, sounds like a made up story to me. I don’t blame you for looking cranky though with that hair knotted up on top of you head!
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November 20th, 2008 at 10:12 am
I agree with those who say you do not look like you have a melonhead. I am from a big-headed family, so believe me I know it when I see it.
I am also the youngest, and my brothers convinced me that I was adopted, too.
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November 20th, 2008 at 10:17 am
Years ago there was an episode of Emergency where a kid got his head stuck in the fence and they were called out to rescue him, firetruck, emergency vehicle and all.
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November 20th, 2008 at 10:18 am
Awe, you were so cute. And I don’t see a melon head there. Not at all. When I was a really little boy, I remember a chicken getting caught in a fence–is that the same thing? Hmmm…
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November 20th, 2008 at 10:19 am
I don’t know about the size of your head, but that is the biggest JPG filename I’ve ever seen!
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November 20th, 2008 at 11:02 am
If I didn’t know better I’d swear that either you were raiding my grandfather’s photo albums, or you and I are the same person. I wore the same clothes. I stood on the same steps. I had the same unkempt hair. I wore the same squinty expression.
Are we, perhaps, related?
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November 20th, 2008 at 11:22 am
I think they made it up, too. Families are like that. One says something, other people laugh and back them up and a myth is born. Don’t take any notice of them – they’re only doing it so you won’t remember the scandalous stories about them!! LOL!
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November 20th, 2008 at 12:38 pm
That picture looks like it was from 1920…c’mon..you’re not that old.
Big melons hold big brains.
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November 20th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
I still get my head stuck in wrought iron gates all the time. It’s really not hard to do at all.
Eve
November 20th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
I think they probably made a lot of stuff up about you too Speedy.
With that aside I just had to stop off and say that you are the first person other than my oldest daughter that I have heard of doing this.
She got her head stuck in a railing of a stair way when we were inside a theater at Six Flags.
I have no clue how she ever got her head in there because it took nothing less than a small miracle to get her head out.
LOL…i am happy to report though that she learned her lesson. She is 37 now and as far as I know she keeps her head where it belongs!!:-)
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November 20th, 2008 at 3:51 pm
Oh Geez, we all have to have one ridicule story in our lives. It gets receited at your funerel to lighten the mood before they spread the ashes…….just let it go.
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November 20th, 2008 at 5:36 pm
This is a funny story. Okay now did it really happen? lol
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November 20th, 2008 at 6:38 pm
brooke — Grandma saves the day! Oh, I feel so much better. We fat heads have to stick together.
Heather — Drinking easier. Yes. Will do!
Chris (Casey) — OK, so it did happen? That explains a LOT. You can have pie now. Oh, and you’re wrong about crankypants. I’m Queen Crankypants. There is a scale from 1-10 that everyone is aware of. They rate me often.
MT — Ah, thanks! Yeah, the hair is weird. As long as I remember, my hair’s been dark brown. I swear, it’s me. Unless my mom wrote the wrong kid’s name on the back of the picture.
Karen — Cruelty-by-family. Is that punishable by the withholding of pie?
Kathy — Invisible Kathy! I loved, loved, loved your story. It’s so creative and funny! I hope you weren’t damaged by the experience. And now every time I see you, I’ll pretend I can’t. Tee hee!
MT — Awesome. Why do I get such joy out of that? Oh, yeah. Because a jerk learned his lesson!
Canucklehead — Is it hard to walk around with a melon head? Like, do you have to hold it steady like you do babies’ heads? Thank you for calling me a pinhead. That’s the best compliment I got all day.
JD at I Do Things — You need to punish him for, um, let’s say FOREVER! Chomp!
kev — I don’t think we’ll ever get to the bottom of it. Mysteriously, my sisters have been silent about it.
Tiffany — Oh, thank you very much. Even though I measured my head now and it’s not much larger than normal, I still feel like Charlie Brown.
Karen — Yeah, what’s with that? Did I do that? I must’ve done that. It looks like hell.
Maggie — ..big-headed family Does the rest of your family know this? God. Another fake adoption story. Kids are so cruel!
Moonshadow — I think I remember that. Oh, how I loved that show. I was madly in love with Randolph Mantooth (what a name!) until Lee Majors came along. I’d have killed to have Randolph unstick my head.
Preston — The chicken wouldn’t have cried. Did it survive or did you have it for dinner?
Jeff — I never looked at the file names after I upload a photo. Geez Louise, that’s long! Oh, and I guess you got to see how I originally named this post. You’re so observant!
feefifoto — Oh, really?! That makes me happy. Most of my pictures look like this and, believe it or not, this is neatly combed hair. Can you imagine unkempt? It’s a freak show.
Jay — I say I turn the tables at Thanksgiving and make everyone share an embarrassing story about themselves before they get to eat. Make it a new tradition. It can’t be all about me!
Matt — Swear to God, it was from 1967. Aw, and I’ll take that compliment and put it in my pocket.
eve — I don’t know why that image makes me laugh so hard. Could you see some adult getting stuck in a railing? The question is, would I laugh my head off, or would I render assistance? Not sure.
Shinade — And why is it that kids even dream of shoving their heads in between the slats? God should give kids the common sense not to do that. So, do you still make fun of her?
Bruce — Oh, please don’t give them any ideas.
Jodi — We may never know.
November 20th, 2008 at 6:53 pm
I have to say it again. You are soooo sweet in that photo! It makes me want to give you a big hug!
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November 20th, 2008 at 7:30 pm
I think they were jealous of your cute curly hair.
Beamer
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November 20th, 2008 at 8:19 pm
I didn’t believe it when my folks told me that I got my head stuck in the railings of the food court at the Paramus Mall in NJ.
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November 20th, 2008 at 8:21 pm
I don’t know about the tall tale but we could go to town on that bottom lip …
That is an adorable pic, Kathy!
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November 20th, 2008 at 10:50 pm
My brother is the middle child, but was the youngest for a long time because our sister is 7 years younger than him. At least the story you get blackmailed with doesn’t involve nudity. I was out riding my tricycle (I was in kindergarten at the time) while my mom was getting him ready for a bath. The phone rang, so she gets it and he runs out the door and down the driveway with just his socks and saddle shoes on with his hands up above his head. I just sat and laughed. Shortly after, my mom came out chasing him. He doesn’t believe it happened.
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November 21st, 2008 at 6:41 am
Babs beetle — I accept all hugs, virtual and otherwise. Thank you, my dear!
Beamer — Oh, geez. Thanks for giving my mop top a thumbs up!
SavvySuzie — It’s so specific. I think it’s true.
Jenny — I don’t know why I look cranky in half my pictures. If I’m so cute, what did I have to be pouty about?
TheSnackHound — Nice! I think boys are prone to “showing it off.”
November 21st, 2008 at 9:29 am
It’s most liekly made up, just a way that they can laugh at you, one for the thought of your head being caught in the bars and another for you falling for their story every social gathering
November 21st, 2008 at 9:30 am
Well, I say you flip this family tale on its “head” and take advantage of it. Can you guilt anyone into not watching you well enough to prevent you from jamming your melon into a rod iron fence? Can you start complaining about serious neck pain that perhaps your chiropractor thinks must definitely be related to this childhood injury? Can you blame a possible irrational fear of enclosed spaces on this traumatic incident?
Psychological warfare…it’s what’s for dinner.
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November 21st, 2008 at 10:50 am
I need to know if its TRUE or NOT!
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November 21st, 2008 at 11:01 am
Kath:
I’d say that if your head is long and narrow with two narrow indentations on each side, the story is probably true. But the only way to tell for sure is to stand with your legs about two feet apart, close your right eye and bend way over. If the top of your head touches the floor, the story is definitely true. But if you fall forward, then you just have a big head.
Happy trails.
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November 21st, 2008 at 11:03 am
You kind of look like you are about to throw down in that picture! And the dress is ADORABLE – I want one for my kiddo! Also, I think it is completely made up! Those bars are way too small for that precious head!
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November 21st, 2008 at 7:04 pm
Caribbean Holidays — Yeah, I think it’s more fun to watch me take the brunt of their jokes. No pie!
Vivienne — All of the above. Boy, I sure have some smarter-than-me readers here. Thanks!
meleah rebeccah — I’ll be resurrecting the story at Thanksgiving. Let’s see if anyone caves.
Swubird — LMAO! Thank you for letting me know how I can prove once and for all whether I have a melon head!
Athena — I rather like my little petticoat. I wonder if they make ‘em anymore. Your kid would probably hate it. So old-fashioned! Me and my tiny head thank you for your kindness.
November 21st, 2008 at 7:11 pm
I’m betting on the conspiracy. Siblings will go to great lengths to keep the “weaker” sibling in check. I’ve got two sisters, so I know these things. The made up stories they tell about me would just cause you to shudder.
November 22nd, 2008 at 10:09 am
My siblings are always telling me I make things up. They don’t want to admit to “abusing” me. LOL
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November 22nd, 2008 at 6:56 pm
You know, I never even complimented on that picture. You look so cute in that coat !
And no that is definitely not a melon-head !
Hoping this will throw off smart-alecks who think that can do counter-math !
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November 23rd, 2008 at 4:29 am
Some families are remarkably better than others at embellishing stories from childhood, especially the childhood of the most vulnerable kid. The only good thing is the relatives have already heard it so many times they get to a point where there is nothing to add. That is so much better than it used to be when they had to tell all to the first guy who came along to take you out for a date.
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November 23rd, 2008 at 7:58 am
My kids have big heads my son at 3 months had the head of a two year old, talk about packing a bowling ball on top of a pinhead that is about what he looked like!
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November 23rd, 2008 at 8:17 am
Lee — Well, let’s hear some of those stories on your blog, man! Don’t leave me hanging here!
Karen — I think abusing your siblings is a God-given right. But the elder ones should worry if the baby of the family gets a blog some day.
Jaffer — Ah, thanks. After reading all the comments about the picture, I’ve decided that I am indeed a cutie.
Fisher — All the better if they break out pictures.
CF — LOL! Poor kid. Is is hard to get shirts over his noggin?
November 23rd, 2008 at 12:37 pm
My husband got his head stuck in a fence at disneyland. It would be a better story if he was like 30 when it happened but sadly he was like 7. Still, the pictures are awesome.
November 23rd, 2008 at 5:19 pm
Jenny, Bloggess — Have you posted the pictures on your blog somewhere? That I’d like to see. I hope you ridicule him on a regular basis.
November 27th, 2008 at 12:20 pm
I don’t think your head is anything to write home about. I know this one red haired kid. And I swear it’s like a orange on a toothpick.
Hopefully his body will catch up with it at some point.
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November 28th, 2008 at 7:36 am
Harvey — LMAO. Here’s hoping he evens out.
November 29th, 2008 at 7:46 pm
lol …my mom used to call my brother Melon Head …ahahha. I love it.
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December 3rd, 2008 at 8:38 am
…love Maegan — Oh, he must have loved that. Thanks a lot, Mom!
For anyone’s who’s interested and still reading this post, my mother says my head “just kinda fell out.” SO THERE! There was NO FIRE DEPARTMENT CALL! I knew it.