The sibs may remember how our ol' Mother loved Cloisonné and well she might when it comes from the Ming Dynasty. It's an ancient art and is still practiced today but it's a painstaking process and hopefully there is no way to mass-produce it. (WIKI: Cloisonné)
She had some Cloisonné pieces which presumably came from her mother from their time in China and the thing I remember most beyond how beautiful and intricate they were was do NOT damage it because there's no possible way to fix it. For all the destructive stuff we did as kids, I don't think any of us managed to break the stuff; it was kind of sacred.
Flooding the sunroom to make a water slide in the house was ok and the sibs greatly approved of that idea but no way would anyone damage the Cloisonné.
The flooding was a win because I do remember that but I don't remember the retribution which inevitably came after and that undoubtedly led to a great deal of gluteal trauma (sob) but the comedy, the comedy!
Our ol' Dad never told the story where we could hear it but there's no doubt in me he told it somewhere. And then, man, you know what they did? You know what my damn kids fuckin' did? They took a garden hose inside the house to flood it and ...
(Ed: he never talked like that!)
Nah but he would have made a story out of it. Maybe it would have taken a year or so to cool off first. (larfs)
I'm still not sure how we got away with even trying it. There was a hallway and the dining room between the sunroom and the kitchen so our ol' Mother must not have been in there. Ol' Dad was probably off sciencing somewhere.
(Ed: WE? You did it!)
Yah, sure. Like I was the only one sliding around in there (larfs).
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