Tweetsie Discussions

“Slow down, tiny girl!” I called after my youngest daughter, who had taken to her first trip to Tweetsie with a gusto she usually reserves for eating chocolate and hopping over cracks in the sidewalk. She was barreling down the hill, arms and legs flying around her as if untethered to any socket, a 3-year-old Gumby looking for her next adventure. She had more to see and do – specifically, the Ferris wheel – and Mom and Dad’s fears of a skinned knee, and the crying that would inevitably follow, were not going to bring her down.

But she did have a partner in her enthusiasm, as she always does: her 5-year-old sister, who backs her up in all her endeavors. Since we became a family of four, they’ve been each other’s final puzzle piece. And this summer has been particularly sweet. At home, they’ve built towers and they’ve built fortresses, and sometimes they’ve built towers inside fortresses. They’ve played hide-and-seek and chased each other in circles for what seems like hours, letting loose great squeals of delight. They’ve told each other knock-knock jokes until they’ve collapsed from fits of laughter – even if they are the only two in the world who understand the punch lines. They have hugged and they have fought and then they’ve hugged again and made up. They’ve been best friends.

They’ve had firsts: loose teeth, big-girl beds and plunging underwater to swim for the first time. And in a few days, many things will change for them. My oldest will start kindergarten, a big new place with new faces who won’t always understand her the way her sister does. My youngest will go to her first day of preschool, where she’ll make friends who have nothing to do with her sister’s orbit of activities. They’ll each grow up in their own ways. They’ll be independent, but buoyed by each other all the same.

So to be here, at Tweetsie, on one of the last days of a memorable summer, watching them urge each other on – “You did it! You went on the Tilt-a-Whirl! You were so brave! Mommy, wasn’t she brave?” – was a gift. We think of a place like this as one that is permanently paused on childhood, where every day is like sitting at the top of the Ferris wheel, looking at the possibilities all around. I find that this is the kind of place where my children grow up the most, where they feel safe to test their fears, stretch their dreams, expand what they are capable of, and begin to fly away.

I have a picture from our day that says it all for me: two wild-haired, blonde-headed adventurers, piloting an F-80, with joy and determination on their faces. In their eyes, you can see their belief in all they can do, and in all that they haven’t yet done. I could sit up here at the top of my figurative Ferris wheel and watch that scene unfold forever – though I know that I can’t.

Slow down, tiny girls? Not a chance. Not when the ride is this much fun.

Beth McNichol
Durham, NC
 

One of the greatest thrills I've ever had was working with Fred Kirby while I was a marshal at Tweetsie. I'd grown up watching Fred on WBTV...and to meet him, then actually get to work with him, was one of the greatest things I could ever imagine. He was bigger than life! And when he was at Tweetsie, it was like being around a rock star! People, especially children, loved Fred. He was so warm and genuine and he truly loved children. And no one cared about children with disabilities more than Fred!

He cared about them in a way that showed so much love. What a treasure he was. Later, when I came to work at WBTV, I was thrilled when I once again go to work with Fred. We often ate lunch together in our cafeteria...and the stories he could tell! He was a wonderful man and a true gentleman.

He had such a wonderful demeanor. He had an incredible sense of humor and his laughter was contagious! We think of him often and the joy he brought to so many. Thanks so much to Tweetsie for so many marvelous memories of a man who was as big a star as there is!

John Carter, Anchor, WBTV News