The Carpet Ferry!

Childhood memories!

The Carpet Ferry!

 

Downstairs at my grandparent’s house was The Straights,

 

That none but us 8 year olds could see

 

Okay, me, but it was really there, I swear!

 

The footstool for a chair set sail at 10.am,

 

The wheels of the footstool?  Just forget ‘em!

 

I skippered the Port Angeles to Victoria run,

 

The couch was Port Angeles, and a chair WAY

 

Across the basement was Victoria

 

On a good day, I might captain 20-30 runs,

 

Unless upstairs in the galley, Grandma

 

Was cooking lunch, then, ‘all bets were off!’

 

Too darn bad if you were trying to get to

 

Where I was headed; we’re talking lunch!

 

If the call from the galley happened mid way,

 

Tough!  I’d quickly dash upstairs, taking two at a time,

 

The way peculiar to 8 year olds,

 

Leaving the ferry full of passengers floating

 

In mid-run.  A captain needs his strength, you know!