"Nonnie, can I just try pulling the handle once?" I pleaded. "Oh, Ione, Etta replied, just let her do it. It's her birthday and no one will see." Nonnie looked first left than right and then pulled a shiny dine out of her purse. "Okay, but do it quickly," she said as she kept an eye out for security. "Go ahead sweetie," Etta encouraged me.
I was with my two Grandma's in the Biggest Little City in the World for my 13th birthday. Nonnie (my pet name for her) was Etta's daughter. My Grandma Etta, the feistiest of the two, was my Great Grandma. My Grandmas loved me dearly and would do just about anything, and I mean anything, for me. When I was about to turn 13 my Grandmas asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. "I want to go to Reno," I replied. They looked at each other and smiled. "What a fun idea," they said in a united, excited tone.
"I get one chance," I said to myself. I placed the dime in the slot machine. "Hurry," Non said with concern. "Calm down Ione, you're making her nervous," Etta said in a motherly tone. Pulling the handle I had fantasies of winning big, maybe a hundred dollars. The images on the slot machine spun and spun as the three of us stood mesmerized, licking our lips. Click, Click, Click. I watched and waited for my fortune to drop from the mouth of the machine. Nothing.
"Hey!" a voice yelled out. "Minors aren't allowed to gamble!" Brought back to reality and a dime less to our name, we grabbed each other's hands and scrambled down the sidewalk and around the corner. "See, I told you we would get caught Mom," Nonnie said in a frustrated tone. "Calm down Ione, they wouldn't throw us in jail with a 13 year old. And what do you expect, they practically place the machines right on the sidewalk." I looked at my Grandmas with a big smile, as they tussled with words back and forth, knowing that I was the luckiest birthday girl in the world.
The daughter of my crafting sister, Jessica, made this lovely slice of bithday cake. Isn't it just so darling? We can't seem to convince her to make more of them, but maybe you could encourage her to take a gamble on her little treasure treats. Doesn't it remind you of a special birthday?
In loving memory of Nonnie and Etta,