Happy Valley PTA

Happy Valley PTA 3

By Red Rover

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HAPPY VALLEY PTA, Part 3

By Red Rover

Characters:

Anita Wilson (36), Widow, Children: Karen (15), Ted (12) and Amber (10)

Earl Dressler (47), Widower, Anita's older brother, Children: Carla (14), (at home), Eric (20) (away at college) and Daniel (26) (away in the Army)

Happy Valley

Located in the Southwest, population about 5000, surrounded by mountains and deep canyons. Formerly connected by road and rail to Cedar Falls about 50 miles away. The road bridge was washed out some 40 years ago by a dam failure and the citizens elected not to rebuild it. Now the town can only be reached by rail and small aircraft. In its isolation, the town has developed a unique social and economic structure.

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Part 3

The Wilson kids were in a somber mood when the left the living room, but cheered up visibly as Carla showed them around the third-floor “Children’s Dorm.”

“We have six bedrooms and two large bathrooms up here,” Carla explained. “Since Ted is the only boy right now, he gets to use one of them and the three of us girls share the other one.” She giggled,” Unless of course, we sneak into his when he’s not looking.”

Ted pretended outrage, “You’re gonna get girl cooties all over my bathroom? No way!”

“Actually, with just four of us, it’s not going to be crowded,” Carla explained. “When we had Mama’s family reunions here, we sometimes had fifteen kids up here. Now THAT was a mess. You had to climb over four girls to just take a pee.”

“And the beds are all full or double, so we would have three small kids to a bed sometimes.”

“And the grownups’ bedrooms are on the second floor?” Amber asked.

“Yes,” Carla replied. “There are four bedrooms there, each with its own bathroom. Right now, they are for Dad, Aunt Anita, Eric and Danny. But with the boys away, we use them as guest rooms.”

“Well, that keeps them from being bothered by us annoying little brats, I guess.” Karen said.

“Yup,” Carla grinned. “and it gives us warning if they try to sneak up here and figure out what we are up to! Those old stairs creak like they were about to collapse sometimes.”

The kids dispersed to their own rooms and unpacked, after which they donned their pajamas and waited by the stairwell.

“Wow, it’s barely eight o’clock and I am in my pajamas already,” Karen observed. “At home, I wouldn’t even be home yet on a Friday night.”

Carla laughed. “Don’t worry, bedtimes aren’t THAT early here. I have to be in bed by 10:30 on school nights and 11:30 on other nights. It’ll probably be the same for you and Ted. Maybe earlier for Amber.”

“Yeah, that’s me, the baby,” Amber sighed. “It gets old after a while.”

“What do you think it was like for me?” Carla retorted. “I was seven years younger than Eric and nine years younger than Danny. THAT’s being the baby of the family. Danny used to call me “Poopy Pants” because he had to change my diapers when I was a baby. Then Eric picked it up, too. I could have strangled them both, especially when I was 8-9 years old.”

At that point, Earl called up the stairs, “You can come down now, kids.”

The four youngsters walked slowly down the stairs. Karen, in particular was conscious of the thinness of her pajamas and the way they clung to her body. They settled in to the living room, the kids on the floor, Earl in the “daddy” chair and Anita, still a bit puffy-faced from crying, lounging on the sofa, trying to keep her sore bottom from any contact with the leather upholstery.

Earl cleared his throat and began. "Now what I need to establish is the ground rules for this family. As I said before, I am legally the guardian of all of you, including Anita. In this state and particularly in this Valley, the laws and customs give me very broad powers over you. You are not in Massachusetts any more. Children in this valley obey their parents and follow the rules or they are quickly and effectively punished. You saw me spank Karen twice today on the bare bottom in public. That is not unusual in this town except that it very seldom happens to the same child twice in one day. Schoolteachers and police officers have the power to give out summary spankings at their discretion. As do most of the shop owners and other senior business people in town. You will be able to recognize them because they wear badges which are labeled "Special Monitor." Normally they will not be visible because people usually carry them in their wallets or purses, but if somebody shows you this badge, he or she has the right to spank any one of you at any time and to bare your bottom to do it. Special Monitors go through a training program before getting the badge and their performance is regulated. If you are ever spanked by a Special Monitor and feel it was unjust, remember his or her badge number and report it to your school principal or the police station. ry to get the names of witnesses if you can. We take this program very seriously and a Monitor who abuses his or her power can be decertified, fined and even put in jail. I have seen it happen.

{Oh, my God. I have died and gone to Teen Hell}, Karen thought.

"Carla has mentioned the PTA. Now in this town, the PTA has been given the authority to regulate the behavior of children. This includes boys up to the age of 16 and girls up to the age of 19. Children in this category are required to wear uniforms to school and any time they go out in public not accompanied by parents or guardians. We will go out tomorrow and get uniforms for all of you. There is a strict dress code for times when you are with your parents as well, the details are in a booklet which I will give each of your before we turn you loose. Every person over the age of 10 is issued an ID card which you must carry with you any time you are out in public. The PTA also holds hearings for children who misbehave and administers punishment to children who are, for whatever reason, not adequately disciplined by their parents. The PTA sets curfews for various days and age groups along with other rules that apply to children. Karen? You had a question?"

"Why are the ages different for boys and girls,” Karen asked.

"Good question,” Earl replied. "It has been that way as long as I have been here, but it could be worse. At one time girls were considered children until age 21. It took a major effort to lower it to 19. There are people who want to lower it to 16 for girls, but that has been voted down every time it comes up. There are also people who want to raise it to 18 or 19 for boys, but that has been voted down, too."

"Any way, " Earl continued, "The PTA rules are all in the booklet. What we need to talk about now is the rules for this family. Now, of course, I am in overall charge. In my absence, Carla is in charge. Now I know that Karen is a few months older than Carla but she does not know the house or the town well enough to be in charge. Most importantly, Carla has full disciplinary powers any time I am not here. If she gives orders, they will be obeyed and you will treat her as if she was an adult. If necessary, she can spank you to enforce her discipline. If you feel she has treated you unfairly, you can complain to me afterwards and I may support your complaint. But you WILL obey her orders and accept her discipline at the time. And, Anita, this applies to you too - you will take orders form Carla as though she were an adult and you were a child. Is that clear to all of you?'

{Wonderful, now I have to be bossed around and spanked by some hick country girl who is younger than I am}

The three Wilson children managed to nod and murmur a reluctant, "Yes, sir," but they were clearly not happy. Anita said nothing until Earl reached over and smacked her already sore bottom. "I asked you a question, girl. I want an answer."

"Yes, sir, I understand," the unhappy woman choked out. "Please, can I go put something on my bottom, it hurts so bad?"

"It's supposed to hurt, young lady,” came the curt reply. "And you will stay right where you are until we finish the discussion. Unless you want a few strokes of the strap to motivate you?"

"NO! PLEASE! No more." the girl-woman sobbed. "I'll be good, I promise."

"Good. See that you do. Now Carla is also responsible for the inside of the house. She will assign tasks to the rest of you to handle the chores. This includes cooking, dishwashing, laundry cleaning the common area and other jobs she may assign to you. I expect that Anita will do most of the actual cooking, but it will be under Carla's supervision. I will assign outdoor chores and expect most of them will go to Ted."

He sighed. "Now comes the hard part, The PTA also designates a Spanking Girl and a Spanking Boy for each school term and that may be bad news for Karen and Ted."

Traditionally, the Spanking Girl is the girl who has accrued the most demerits over the previous school year, but sometimes they select the newest girl in the High School between the ages of 14 and 17 and the Spanking Boy is sometimes the newest boy in the Junior High between the ages of 11 and 13. This may well turn out to be Karen or Ted or possibly both of them. I don't know anybody else in that age group who has moved into town since school let out in June.

{Christ on a crutch! Now what are we in for? I wonder how you stow away on a train}

Ted looked stunned. "What do the Spanking Boy and Spanking Girl do?" he asked, having a sinking feeling that he knew the answer.

Earl shook his head. "Mostly they get spanked in public on ceremonial occasions," he said grimly. "But we're not sure either of you will get picked for that. I hope not."

Earl finished off his coffee and stood up. "OK, here's the plan for tomorrow. Anita gets to sleep in so that her bottom can heal a bit. Carla and Karen will get up at 6:30 and make breakfast. The rest of us will be down here at 7: 00 for breakfast. Karen and Amber will do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Save a plate for Anita in case she gets up before lunch, she can nuke it. Carla and Ted will handle the garbage and the recycling. At 9:00 AM, all of the Wilson kids will bring their suitcases down to the dining room, so we can decide which clothing you will be allowed to wear here. Bring everything, even the dirty stuff. Ted, you wear jeans and a T-shirt, you will be going outside. Girls, stay in your pajamas. Any questions?”

Karen looked worried. "What if you don't like some of our stuff? Most of our clothes are coming by freight next week. We can't spend a week in pajamas."

Earl smiled. "If what you wore today is any indication, most of your stuff will probably wind up in storage or be shipped off to Goodwill. But we'll take you out to a store tomorrow afternoon and we'll set you up with some suitable clothes for kids in Happy Valley."

Karen considered that and sighed. "Can we watch TV tonight?" Ted asked anxiously. "Our TV's and computers and stuff are all in the freight shipment."

"Certainly," There is one TV in the living room, one in the game room downstairs and Carla has her own. Just keep the volume down and turn them off at 10:30. Everybody will be in bed with lights out by 11:00 PM and I would recommend you go to bed earlier. "

earl suited action to words and escorted his younger sister to her bedroom. “Sorry things had to start off this way,” he said softly as he tucked her into bed. “I had hoped that you would have grown up a little bit by now, but I guess we’ll just have to start over again with you.”

Downstairs, the Wilson kids confronted Carla with the TV schedule. "These are all kid shows," Karen stormed. “There’s no MTV or HBO or Starz or any of the other good networks. Don't you have satellite TV or cable here?"

"Sure, we have a satellite downlink and a community cable service," Carla replied. "But this TV is set on the "G" schedule because of Ted and Amber. If it was just you and me we could have the "PG" schedule too."

Karen rolled her eyes. "You mean we have to wait until Amber is 13 before we can watch anything decent? And even then, just the fucking PG stuff? Shit, I'll be almost 18 before I can watch a show for 13-year-olds."

Carla thought for a minute. "Dad's TV has an unlimited setting, but he won't let us watch it except for special things. Maybe I can talk him into letting me upgrade my set to PG, but we won't be able to let Ted and Amber in the room while it’s on."

{God, I'm stuck in the fucking Peanut Gallery and I'm almost a fucking adult already}

The kids watched the limited TV fare for a while, but they were all tired and everybody was in bed by 10 PM.

Next morning, Carla roused the other children and they all wandered sleepily down to fix and eat breakfast.

Carla spent most of her time explaining the complex recycling program.

"OK, egg shells go in this white bin. Food preparation waste like fruit and potato peels, coffee grounds and leafy stuff goes into the green bin for compost. Actual food left on plates and leftovers go into the brown bin for the chickens. Bacon grease and frying oils go into the metal can on the stove. Cans and bottles are washed out and put into the blue bin in the corner. Same for cereal boxes. Other stuff goes into the compacter." She explained. "Ted will be in charge of emptying the containers. Normally we do this after breakfast every morning except on school days when we do it after school. You girls will be responsible for making sure the stuff goes into the right bins during and after meal preparation."

{Damn, these people are rich. Why don't they just get a garbage service like civilized people}

As expected, Anita didn't show up for breakfast but everybody else enjoyed a good meal. Earl was pleased. "You girls can actually cook, I am glad to see that."

Karen blushed. Actual praise for the first time since the trip from Springfield! "Well, Mo.... Anita, never liked to get up early so we are kinda used to fixing our own breakfasts."

Earl chuckled, "Yeah, we always had to drag her out of bed for school, not much change there."

After breakfast, the Wilson girls cleaned up the kitchen and Carla and Ted tackled the recycling. "Ted, you take the brown and green bins. I'll get the white bin and the grease can."

The two youngsters carried their stuff out to a large shed in the back yard. Carla pointed to a large white plastic barrel. "Egg shells go in there to dry out. When it gets full, we will crush the shells into little pieces and put them in the chicken run along with some ground oyster shells. The chickens eat them and it helps make their egg shells stronger."

Next was a large perforated plastic drum with a crank on one end. "This is for compost." She dumped the green bin into a hatch on the side. "We also put grass clippings, leaves and yard waste in here. Anything that is all vegetable." She closed the bin and gave the crank several turns. "Every day when you do the trash run, you turn the crank so the drum rotates ten or twenty times. Go ahead and try it."

Ted turned the crank and discovered that the heavy bin moved quite easily once it got started. "Wow, that's easier than it looks."

Carla smiled. "Yeah, it's got ball bearings and lubrication. Dad will show you how to do that. But it is a good workout. I've got stronger arm muscles than most of the girls in high school." She giggled. "Wanna feel them?'

Ted blushed, but obligingly felt the girl's arm muscle. "Hey, you're right! I can use the workout. But why do we turn the bin?"

"Dad says mixing the compost makes it break down faster and keeps the smell down. Something about aerobic germs. Now let’s get rid of the grease."

They walked to the end of the shed where there was a large refrigerator. Carla opened it up and poured the bacon grease into one of several gallon-size plastic bottles. "Daddy says we will make bio-fuel out of this someday, but right now we just mix it with grain and feed it to the chickens. Chickens will eat almost anything."

They continued on to the chicken house where Carla dumped the contents of the brown bin into an aluminum trough. She handed the empty white bin to Ted. "Hold this while I collect the eggs. It goes a lot faster with two people, you'll probably want Amber to help you with it later."

The two kids walked down the rows of nesting boxes and retrieved about three dozen eggs. "We sell the best ones to the restaurants and eat the cracked ones and the small ones. Of course, with six people instead of two, we won't have many left over. We may add a few more hens to make up for it."

Leaving the empty bins on the back porch, Carla led Ted to a basement room with a sink and a large refrigerator. She set two large plastic egg containers on the sideboard and put the white bin into the sink.

"OK, we'll wash off the eggs now. The good ones go into the tray on the left. Any that are cracked, dented or heavily stained go in the one on the right."

She watched Ted carefully as he washed and sorted the eggs. "Very good, " she smiled. "We'll make a farm boy out of you yet."

Ted laughed. "Well I plan on being a military pilot like my dad, but backup career skills might be useful."

Carla looked over the eggs and moved three from the "good" tray to the "bad" tray. "These are a bit small. So, we have twenty-five good eggs and eleven rejects. That's about average. Sometimes we get four dozen on a good day. In the winter, sometimes we're lucky to get a dozen."

"OK, now we put the good ones in this refrigerator and take the rejects up to the kitchen for tomorrow's breakfast. Then we wash out the bins and we're done."

Ted was curious. "That's a lot of work for just a few bucks’ worth of recycling. Why do you do it all?"

"Dad is very big on environmentalism. It's pretty much a family tradition,” Carla explained. "It was kinda hard doing all this stuff when it was just Dad and me, but with five kids, counting Anita, the work will be spread around enough so nobody has to do too much."

Ted looked thoughtful. "Yeah and how long is Anita going to be treated like a kid? I mean, she's 36 years old. I know she's not very responsible, but Uncle Earl should cut her some slack, you know."

Carla shook her head. "This stuff goes back to long before we were born. Dad can be very stubborn on some things, but he is really fair minded. Right now, I think he's trying to shock her into growing up, but they have lots of issues and it won't be easy. Best thing us kids can do is stay out of the way or our butts will be cooked along with hers."

Ted looked at his watch. "Oops, almost 9, I better get my stuff together and get it down to the living room for the big inspection."

End of Part 3

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