Thursday, 19 August 2010

The Day The Bus Stop Disappeared

not the actual bus stop
just a bit of fun playing at one of those adverts form the 60's
It was around this time of year that it happened. No, wait, we were looking for a birthday present, so it must have been early on in the summer. The Tall One was about seven, his sister four - years ago now; but they still love to talk about The Day the Bus Stop Disappeared.

The bus service round here could be better and so we're always driving into town, but on that day - the special-looking-for-Dad's-present day - they had talked me into making an adventure. They had talked themselves into an adventure, really; but by the time we set out they were bubbling. Hopping and skipping down the road, full of talk of tickets and timetables, doubledeckers, drivers...The Small One ran ahead (as she does), she knew what she wanted. She was going to get to the big bus stop, sit up on the seat, first in the queue, and wait.

Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. The Tall One pulled up behind. He turned round and waved his arm to show me what was wrong. I looked. I couldn't see anything wrong. Then I realised I couldn't see anything. No bus stop anyway. The bus stop had disappeared! It had been there yesterday. The Small One had checked. Oh, they laughed. They roared. They pretended to look in the litter bin and round the corner and then they laughed some more. And when they had picked themselves back up off the pavement, we walked on down the road and found another stop.

But that's not quite the end of the story. When their Dad came home of course they told him all about the vanishing bus stop. No he said, it can't have just dispparated and he walked them down to have a look. See Dad, right there, it's..

and you're ahead of me now, aren't you? You know what I'm going to say next. The bus stop was right there. Where it always was. Firm in the ground. Solid. Real. With a workman's lorry just pulling away.

And that's the story of The Day the Bus Stop Disappeared

21 comments:

Deb said...

:o) Such a great story, Sian, and beautifully written as always. Thanks for sharing this ~ I'm sitting here smiling...

Ruth said...

Lovely story and a perfect one for scrapping ~ the jornaling is already done!

sandra@gottacraft.co.uk said...

LOL ... how funny is that! Mind you, could you imagine, had you not seen the workmans lorry - now what would you all be thinking LOL.

JO SOWERBY said...

aw i love tales like these. hope mine doesnt dispparate 2morrow when i have to go via bus to bristol and then train to sheffield to party up with a buch of twentysomething men!!!!
Jo xxxx

furrypig said...

what a brilliant story! It will be passed on through the generations I'm sure!

Cheri said...

Beautifully written. And eerie timing between when the bus stop disappeared and reappeared. Story wouldn't have been nearly as good if the timing had been slightly different.

Ifa said...

Your stories always make me laugh.

alexa said...

Lovely story, beautifully told!

Bubbles said...

How wonderful! Love the story, and the way you have written it.
Course, I'd like to hear a story from Jo now about those bunch of twentysomething males...?
:)

debs14 said...

I love the way you tell your stories - they are so well written. What a great story, I can just imagine your faces as you got down the road and saw the bus stop right where it should have been! Not to mention the look of doubt on the face of The Accountant.

Lizzie said...

Wonderful Sian! I so love your stories. This is one of those "Family Legend" type of tales - the sort that The Tall One and The Small One will tell to their own Little Ones - and so will The Granny (you) and The Grandad...

At least you had the workmen's lorry as evidence that you weren't all going rather mad... but what a story!

Carrie said...

lol, Cute story! TFS!

Amy said...

The photograph, purely for illustrative purposes, is a great one Sian!
Do the kids remember the day at all? As mine are that age now I can just see them looking in the bin for the bus stop! How will this one translate to a page? Do you utilise pull out journaling tabs for a longer story or attach a journaling block to the back of a layout?

Karen said...

Another fab story, Sian. I got a good chuckle from it.

Maria Ontiveros said...

Wow! What a really interesting story!
Rinda

Winnie said...

That's a funny story Sian, loved it!

Karen said...

What a brilliant story and what a testament to your lovely children that the didn't sulk and make a fuss but made the most of it, laughed and then went on to the next stop.

Scrappi Sandi said...

That is such a wonderful story...sure to pass into family folklore through the generations...I just love your style of storytelling! That is a fab photo too! I think I see a LO on the horizon!!

Carmen said...

I can imagine you as an old Granny Sian witha big leather tome and all these written down, reading them out to your grandchildren as they sit around your feet listening in wonder :P You have such a way with words. Please say you are writing these stories down - don't burst my little bubble now ;)

humel said...

I know you'll understand why I saved your blog for catching up with, and that it's a compliment :-) I've looked forward to seeing your posts, and sure enough I wasn't disappointed!

Do you reckon the workmen were deliberately messing with your head? Or that they were playing with someone else's head, and you got caught in the crossfire? ;-)

Jana said...

Great story. Sounds like it was a magical day.

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