Hold The Handrail, Hannah

Hannah had never experienced our spiral staircase before, so Kathee was careful to teach her about the dangers of falling down the stair if she didn’t hold the handrail. If we heard it once, we probably heard it a hundred times…”Hold the handrail, Hannah!” ...

Neither Kathee nor I knew how it happened, but she jumped up from the chair in the living room, hurried over to the stairs and fell about half-way down the spiral…bumping on her fanny all the way. Then her knee hit the upright and slid through the space. She doesn't have a clue how she did it and I was ahead of her near the bottom when it happened so I didn’t see the fall. I only heard it. Bangety, bump, bump, bang!

Practice what you preach! Hold The Handrail, Hannah, written by my mother Thelly, details my clumsy fall down her sprial carecase. Have you written your life story?