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Stuck by Ginger Keller Gannaway


When I was 5, I pushed my fat face through the stair railings at Grandma’s house. I was sitting on the 7th or 8th step that led up to the spooky attic door where grown-ups had told us “Egor lived.” My first cousin Gina was in the hallway below me (maybe I had hoped to scare or surprise her with my silly stunt).  Unfortunately, I only succeeded in getting my head stuck between the wooden slats and crying like a clueless puppy who nudged a snapping turtle. 

ANDREW on stairs
My nephew Andrew who is too wise to stick his whole head through Grandma’s stair railings!

I do not remember who rescued me from my trap, but I do recall the embarrassment more than I remember the pain of pulling my big head free from the railings. Gina’s giggles mixed with my brother Emile’s taunt, “Ha!Look what Ginger did!” And my younger sister Gayle pulled her thumb from her mouth and asked me the obvious, “Why you do that?”

Years later Gina would tease me with, “Remember when you stuck your big head thru Grandma’s stair rails?” as we both laughed and clinked our Miller Pony bottles.  Gina was right.  I was a chubby-cheeked, Charlie Brown-headed kid who rushed into silly situations.

Fat Face
My “Village of the Damned” stare, and why does a 4-year-old need a watch?

I still have memories of a few unfortunate messes I found myself stuck in:

Age 8: Deciding to help a wounded opossum take care of her newborn babies as she hissed at me.

Age 15: Talking my 2 younger sisters (ages 13 &11) into hanging out at the motel swimming pool to flirt with some young army recruits stationed at Fort Polk. The guys tried talking us into meeting them later at their motel rooms. My wiser, younger sisters convinced me sneaking out to visit them later that night was a bad idea.

Age 19: Mixing cocktails in my roommate’s Volkswagen as we drove across the river on a Sunday afternoon to a bar where we danced with guys in their 30’s who later that week called us to see if we were available as “dates” for their friends.

Age 35: Driving 6 young boys to Barton Springs for a summer swim and being told, “We don’t allow day cares to swim with only one chaperone.”

My curiosity or my ill-guided bravery often led me to make a few bumpy, rocky decisions.  However, my stupid choices did not usually keep me stuck for too long. Back when I was stuck on Grandma’s stairs my mom or Aunt Toni likely rescued me. I even later served as a “cautionary tale” for future young cousins.

“Remember: Don’t be like Ginger and get your head stuck in those stair railings. Egor might come from the attic to get you!”


I grew up as a crooked girl who dealt with a mild case of cerebral palsy. In a small Cajun town during the 1960s, I relied on my little sisters' support and energy to give me confidence and our grandma's movie theater to help me escape when life's "pas bon" moments overwhelmed me.

6 thoughts on “Stuck by Ginger Keller Gannaway

  1. I love you Cousin Ginger and your sweet stories😉😘😁Especially since I never heard about you getting your head stuck and Gayle asking “Why you did that” Priceless😉😊😘


    1. Cousin Dana!! Thanks so much for reading and replying to my writing. Ya know, half of what I write is my silly brain trying to get my swiss cheese memories as close to reality as I can.


  2. Ginger- It’s always a good reminder that learning and mistake making go hand in hand- I truly believe it is our God-given right to procede down the path at our own chosen speed- (to qoute one of my favorite writers. B. Zimmerman, 1964) And your being stuck is a very succinct description of the process-I am also “learning” That the expression-Let go or be dragged-Helps with how I view my own effort at that task, so to speak- Not that we should give up easily for that which we value- but rather when we hold on for too long- we do indeed feel “Stuck” – There is a peace that comes from letting go of somethings that we al lstruggle with- and also the knowledge that we gain in that moment is the genesis of eyperience-at least those experiences that teach us how to learn and grow . Nice bit of Personal Narrative there! Hoping all is well in your world! Best- Brian


    1. Thanks, Brian, for reading my post AND for your very thoughtful response. I love the idea of proceeding “down the path at our own chosen speed.” At age 60!!!!!! I’m learning how much I love writing; it’s what gives me hope and purpose in my life. Thanks for giving me more ideas to ponder.


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