Fond Memories of Days Gone By...
Nov. 9, 2011 8:11 pm
Updated: Nov. 16, 2011 11:34 pm
As some of you may have seen, Avon, Candice & myself have posted blogs about our Pacific Northwest adventure. Within those blogs, there was mention of a phrase I uttered "well, s*** the bed", something my Dad used to say. With all of the back & forth
of emails with the Oregon gals and the blogs, I have had many fond memories of my Mom and Dad pop into my thoughts lately.
Last Saturday while I had a few minutes before I had to work at a benefit for a friend, I was cruising through the channels and stopped on Tom & Jerry, the cartoon from long ago. It was a favorite of my Dad's and we would watch it on Sunday mornings before
church. The last time I watched Tom & Jerry was the day we buried my Dad, several years ago. While I was watching the cartoon and missing my Dad, I was also looking through The Buzz and a gal was looking for a recipe for potato doughnuts. Years ago, my
Dad would stop Sunday mornings at the Spud Nut shop that featured doughnuts made out of potatoes. That night at the benefit, I was talking with a lady who mentioned making apple butter. Again, getting hit with memories of Dad. He loved apple butter and
anytime I would go on vacation I would pick up a jar for him. So many coincidences, are these little nudges from far away? See a previous blog of mine regarding Peaches and Watermelon.
As far as my Mom, Avon had asked about regional phrases and I had related a story about an unusual turn of phrase regarding gnats. See Avon's blog for the particulars. But that led me to share another story with the Oregon gals about my Mom and Avon thought
you folks would also appreciate the story.
My Dad had a wicked sense of humor and Ma always went along with it, kind of like playing the straight man. My sister is 16 years older than me and when she got married, Dad put items in her suitcase for her honeymoon as a gag. A can of motor oil for lubrication
and a deck of playing cards in case they got bored. (My Dad always believed that laughter was meant to be shared.) Well, I could only guess that he would do the same type of thing for me. At our wedding reception, we are at the dinner table and all of a
sudden there was an uproar of laughter at the end of the table where my folks were sitting along with the groomsmen. I couldn't figure out what had been said or done, but everytime a groomsman looked at me later, they just started laughing. Come to find out,
my dear mother decided to relay the motor oil/playing cards episode to the guys, but she got confused and said PENETRATING oil. Oh brother! When we left the reception to change and pick up our luggage, I couldn't wait to open the suitcase at the hotel room,
I had to see what Dad had done with MY suitcase. Inside was a jar of peanut butter. The man had a memory like a steel trap. About 3 years earlier, I had told him a naughty joke that my boss had told me about a guy and some peanut butter.
As an added memory of that night, my Dad wouldn't let anyone into the garage to decorate my new hubby's truck for the honeymoon. Come to find out he had done it himself with toilet paper inside and out. So, being my Daddy's little girl, I shortsheeted their
bed and put the toilet paper under the covers.
I hope I made someone smile today, because "laughter is the best medicine". (A phrase that could be added to Avon's blog.) And laughter is meant to be shared... Thank you for allowing me to share.
