Who’d Have Thought It?

three in a bedMany years ago, when my father died in the wee hours of the morning, all five of us children and our spouses gathered back at home with Mother.  She asked that we all spend the night, so she could have one night with all her five children under one roof.  It was a challenge, but we managed to find beds for eleven.  Every bed and sofa was taken.  It must have been a sight.

Naturally, that wasn’t the end of the story.  Along about two-thirty in the morning, a car horn blasted, apparently trying to wake the dead.  Honk, honk…… honk, honk, honk!  The dogs set up a howl; sure the Infidel was at the door.   It was Cookie, Uncle Riley and Cousin Barbie, Mother’s wacko cousin, husband, and daughter, coming to support her in her time of grief, realizing she couldn’t get by without them a minute longer.  They came in dragging bags, pillows, food, their medicines, and two little yapping dogs.  I don’t know how Mother gotten could have along without having them wake her up to find beds for them at that hour.  Finally, she got them settled in recliners and Barbie on cushions on the floor.  The place looked like a flop-house.

There was nowhere for Mother to sleep; not a chair, lounger, or sofa was unoccupied.  Randy, (my brother-in-law who just died) put his arm around Mother and said, “Come on Mama, get in the bed with me and Marilyn.”  In desperation, Mother slid in the bed of one side of Marilyn, Randy on the other.

Marilyn roused up just enough to notice something horribly wrong.  Patting Mother on one side and Randy on the other as they stifled giggles, she burst out.  “Randy, Randy, Mother’s in bed with us.

How many guys could handle that?

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18 thoughts on “Who’d Have Thought It?”

  2. In those circumstances, I think that is downright precious! I really do.

    p.s. I’m so SWAMPED with things to read…and because you’re my biggest basket, I keep you last…but now your basket is ready to explode!!!! I’m coming…but SLOW DOWN, GAL! Let that ink have a chance to dry, for pete’s sake!! :)

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  6. Not quite such a sad occasion, but it reminds me of a phone call I had in the early hours asking me to take a foster child in an emergency. I already had a ‘full house’ but with a bit of juggling and doubling up, we all had beds, though mine was the couch with 2 dogs!

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