This is the eleventh post in a series written by Frieda, my mother. These are her memories of Sara her first rambunctious child and their adventures on the mission field. Click this link to start at the beginning.
For Christmas we gave each of our three children a Fisher Price toy which we had bought in the States before we moved to Mexico. These toys were advertised as being indestructible. Sara’s toy was a grandfather clock with a music box that played “My Grandfather’s Clock.” She loved her toy, especially since she liked anything musical. Whoever thought it was indestructible was not counting on a child finding a screw driver. She took it all apart, and was terribly disappointed that she couldn’t get it back together. She just wanted to see how the music box worked!
I didn’t find out about one of her escapades from about this time until forty-something years later. In Mexico we had a television for the first time, and Sara loved the cartoons. She decided to fly like Superman. She says she wanted to use my umbrella, but she had seen some umbrellas in the cartoons turn inside out, and she didn’t want to get in trouble by ruining my umbrella. She got the biggest towel she could find to use for a cape and jumped off the roof. The house had a flat roof and was probably about ten feet high. She landed in the grass of the front yard and was not seriously hurt but was very disappointed. I don’t know if she didn’t tell me because she thought I would scold her or because she was embarrassed that her experiment didn’t work.