When did you learn the meaning of orphan or death of a parent?

I learned storytelling from my mother’s knee. She could make a story out of any occasion. As I reflect on the many conversations that have been sparked by Iron Pants, it is the stories shared in the book that inspire readers to tell me their own version of the story. If you have a story or photo to share and would like it published on the website, send your information using the link here.

Today’s conversation begins with the story shared by Mrs. Scott about 2-year-old Jeffrey learning the meaning of the word “orphan” found on page 17-18 of Iron Pants. The photo is of Mr. and Mrs. Scott with Jeffrey age 2.

When I read the story to my neighbors, Mrs. Gloss told her own version of the story. 

When Charlie was 3 years old, he asked me how old I was. I replied that I was 34. Then he asked how old I would be when he was 20. I am a teacher at heart and realized that I could make a math game out of the question. “Well Charlie, how many 10’s are there in 34?” He held up 3 fingers. “How many 10’s are there in 20?” He held up 2 fingers. “So if we have 5 10’s and add the 1--which is the difference between your 3 years and my extra four years ones from 34-- I will be 51.” 

Charlie immediately asked how old I would be when he was 40. After Charlie held up seven fingers for the sets of 10, I replied. “Well, Charlie, at age 71, I might be a grandmother and you might have children of your own.” 

Charlie asked, “How old will you be when I am 71?” Without thinking, I replied that when Charlie was 71 I would most likely be dead. Charlie’s face fell and tears filled his eyes. I immediately put him on my lap and rocked him. I couldn’t say that maybe I would live to be 105 years. There are some things you can’t lie about.