A very long time ago when I was a small child, I remember that I read some children’s books about the Bobbsey Twins. And also when I was a small child (birth until 9 years old), I lived across the street from identical twin girls, Kay and Gay, who were enough older than me that we never really played together. But they always fascinated me from afar because at that time they were the only identical twins I had ever seen — and they looked exactly alike.
Soooo, sometime in my adult life I think in my mind I must have combined a picture of the twins across the street with the name of the twins that I read about. Consequently, for many years, if any of my girlfriends would by coincidence be dressed similarly, I would say, “You look like the Bobbsey Twins!” If any of them actually remembered those childhood characters they may have wondered what I meant. But no one ever said anything, so I guess while the name “the Bobbsey Twins” was kind of memorable, the stories themselves weren’t.
I should mention here that now I have an excuse for a bad memory … my age. But I have always had a bad memory. So, while I try very hard to be accurate when I recall something from long ago, it just doesn’t always work out. And, apparently, this is one of those cases.
Hubby and I were just talking the other day about how any time we are talking to Gunny about something that none of us can remember a detail, like an important football game several years ago and whether it was played in the snow, Gunny will immediately look it up on his ever-handy computer and supply the correct information. So, I am now doing a little of that myself — it’s so easy! But, sometimes the results can be a little surprising, compared to what I remember.
Yesterday when Hubby was working a crossword puzzle, he asked me the names of the Bobbsey Twins. I was on my computer, so I immediately Googled “Bobbsey Twins” to tell him the names because I couldn’t even begin to remember. Gosh, it had been so long ago. I couldn’t even remember what the stories were about, much less the names of the characters.
But imagine my surprise when the information came up for the Bobbsey Twins. Their names were Nan and … Bert! They were a girl and a boy!
So to all of my friends over the years to whom I have said, “You look like the Bobbsey Twins.”, I apologize. I really didn’t mean that one of you looked like a boy!
Sometimes you (I) might be better off not knowing. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss. “You look like Kay and Gay.” just doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it. Sigh.