Getting ahead of the snores

It had been a busy day or roaming for me around my grandparent’s place.
I am sure much of my adventures had not amounted to much but to me they seemed like I was Davey Crockett and Daniel Boone rolled up into one.
As the evening sun went down and the family gathered on the porch, the evening meal of pinto beans, turnip greens with fatback, fried chicken, and cornbread, was being set on the table and soon we would gather around it, bow our heads and hear grace emanate from my grandfather’s booming tones.
As we gathered in the living room, the black and white Zenith was turned on in anticipation of an episode of “The Porter Wagoner Show.” Grandma loved Porter and never missed his show. Plus, an added benefit, he had one of her mountain kin singing on the show too, a blonde named Dolly.
As the designated antenna holder, I would often spend my time hanging with one hand on the rabbit ears, as I hung around to see a bit of the screen being chided to get out of the way should I ever lose my balance.
As the evening progressed, the family would eventually veer from the screen to talking amongst each other. After finishing my acrobatics around the TV, I would excuse myself and head to bed.
The old farmhouse had two bedrooms each with a double bed adorned in a chenille bedspread, one for my grandparents and one for my folks and I.
You might wonder why a youth would wish to get to bed early. Well, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t sleep a wink.
Between my grandfather and my father sawing logs throughout the night, I have no idea how my mother or grandmother rested at all.
If I had not went to bed early in an attempt to beat their snores, I would have spent the night tossing and turning simply hoping to find rest.
On a couple of occasions when I awoke unexpectedly, those were nights of misery.
As I have now years between me and those memories, and they are all gone, I do wish I could go back and endure it once again. I am sure that if anyone is within ear shot of my sleeping, they probably are now finding the same misery, although I have never stayed up to find out myself. Sweet dreams!