The Inca Googoo

One summer Aunt Amy and her family spent a week at the cabin with us.  They stayed downstairs in Grandma and Grandpa Russell’ cabin.  It was fun having them there.  Mom and Aunt Amy visited all day long.  The big boys hiked up and down the creek, fishing.  Linda and I were left to entertain the little girls and our little cousin, Mark. 

One evening Mom and Aunt Amy reminisced about their youth.  They laughed about silly things they did when they were girls, and about how Aunt Ejvor had dreamed of becoming an archeologist. 

“Do you remember the stories she used to tell us about the Inca Googoo?”  Aunt Amy asked Mom.

“Yes,” Mom laughed.  “She used to scare me silly with those stories.”

We wanted to hear the stories, but neither Mom nor Aunt Amy could remember them, except that they were about some scary monster deep down in South America that Aunt Ejvor called the Inca Googoo.

The next day I got the idea to put on a play.  The bed on the back porch became our stage, and Linda, Julie, Mark and I were the actors.  I made up a story about the ‘Inca Goo-goo’, and we practiced all day long.  That afternoon, with Mom and Aunt Amy as our audience, we put on the play.  It may not have been very good, but it was lots of fun!

Keith had some rabbits in Mesa that grandpa decided to bring up to the cabin.  Grandpa made a rabbit hutch and raised them for eating.  No one in our family wanted to kill or eat the rabbits, but Aunt Amy had raised rabbits for years, so she said she would cook one up for us.  She made rabbit stew.  Everyone was surprised that it didn’t taste as bad as we had expected, but we still didn’t like the idea of eating Keith’s pets, but I guess if we were going to put on plays about Inca Googoo's it fit to eat rabbit stew at the same time.