Biggles,
Very interesting! I had never taken any interest in this, that is....
until I had an experience of my own, which lead me to investigate
more into these stories of the Black eyes kids.
I know thats kind of backwarsds...lol. Let me explain.
Many years ago we had moved to a new home, and the house
was situated very rural. Just a few weeks into the settling, unpacking
I was home alone one clouldy early evening. A knock at the door
while I was in the kitchen, unpacking....I was caught off gaurd.
I had already decided that since I was miles away from my neighbors
door, I knew no one, and we had no cell phone reception that I would
not be answering the door unless I knew who was going to be knocking.
Alas, then I was faced with the knock at the door. Realizing that I had
not even locked the door when I last came in, I was nervous, but just
reached over and locked the door. Then I asked "Who is calling?"
I heard no reply, so I asked again, knowing that I was not opening
the door for any reason, as I was not expecting anyone.
Then came the reply from outside the door, a pair of voices
sounding early teens, and male. They chimed together, "our mom
asked us to come and see if you had any vanilla that we could
borrow from you". Hmmmm. Very clever response, I thought.
I dont have any clue as to why I unlocked the door, and peeked out.
A pair of very young teenage boys, standing on my porch
holding out a little empty bottle of vanilla extract. Hmmm.
Ok, so I asked them again, what was it they were calling about.
They repeated, "our mom basked us to come and see if you had
any vanilla that we could borrow from you".
I inquired where was it that they lived, which house was theirs.
"Next door in the yellow house". At that point, I was feeling very silly,
as it was just after Thanksgiving, and Mom was probably baking
cookies for Christmas season. I really started to feel ridiculous in
my notions that anyone would come knocking in way of harm.
Since when had I become such an paranoid person, and I was
quietly blaming all of my reading on the interenet, and ATS.
Yet, in the back of my thoughts...what if they were these
Black eyed Kids that I heard of? So, I said ok, hold on let me see
if I can find some vanilla extract, thinking they would stay
on my doorstep. Apparently I left the door peeped open,
and as soon as I walked away they came right into my entry.
I then was very nervous, and just wanted to get them out of my
house as soon as possible! I started to frantically look through my
cupboard and realized that my vanilla extract was in a bag
on my dining room table. So I said as much, and then began
digging through bags, in the process pulled out several new
platters and dishes, that were wrapped in bubble wrap. As I
reached into a large bag, I saw the extract under a very large
platter, and dug in...must have been so nervous that my grip
did not hold up on the platter and I dropped it on the table.
All the while, the pair of boys is there, standing waiting for me
to deliver up the vanillla extract. I was standing there,
with a brand new platter from Italy, now broken on my table.
I looked at them, and they were wide eyed looking at me like
I was the problem. LOL. I wanted them out so bad, so fast!
I grabbed that little extract bottle and handed it to them, and said
"here you go!". " Tell your mom dont worry about it".
LOL. I did not want them coming back! After they left,
I found myself wondering why I opened the door, why
I even risked speaking to them?
The next morning, while my husband was home and I
was out they returned, with a plate of cookies.
I arrrived home and he had eaten nearly all of them.
How sweet of him!
Now, years later I realize that they were just ordinary
teen boys sent by Mom to get vanilla extract. I suppose,
looking back I was concerned as they had dark brown eyes,
and were probably coming off a dark summer tan.
They walk by my house frequently coming home from school,
and I occasionally see them, having met thier parents and extended
family and the usual neighborly exchanges....seldom remembering that
cloudy fall evening where I behaved as if I was in The Twilight Zone.
It seems everyone is not so fortunate.