I had no idea Cousin Carol was four years older than my sister Phyllis till one day when Phyllis was about twelve, Cousin Carol announced she was getting married. It sounded like a joke. Less than two weeks ago she’d spent the night with Phyllis. Sixteen was ridiculously young to get married, but back as late as the nineteen Continue reading
Dumb Laws
Elementary, My Dear Watson
These are some pictures of my grand dogs. The sleeping giant in the bathtub is Watson, a five month old Akita. He has to barred from the bathroom for anyone to have any hope of privacy. In the second picture, he is with his partner in crime, Hime.(pronounced He-May) Though he pesters her incessantly, she can’t bear to be separated from him. You can also see Watson cooling off in his pool and relaxing with his bone.
Joke of the Day
Three women are about to be executed for crimes. One’s a brunette, one’s a redhead, and one’s a blonde.
Two guards brings the brunette forward, and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She says no, and the executioner shouts, “Ready . . . Aim . . .”
Suddenly the brunette yells, “earthquake!!” Everyone is startled and looks around. She manages to escape.
The angry guards then bring the redhead forward, and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She says no, and the executioner shouts, “Ready . . . Aim . . .”
The redhead then screams, “tornado!!” Yet again, everyone is startled and looks around. She too escapes execution.
By this point, the blonde had figured out what the others did. The guards bring her forward, and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She also says no, and the executioner shouts, Ready . . . Aim . . .”
The blonde shouts, “fire!!”
Cookie and Uncle Riley (Part II repost)
repost of older story
Cookie and Uncle Riley
This is a repost of one of my earlier stories, my mother’s recounting of a trip with eccentric relatives. My mother, Kathleen Swain did the illustration.
People came and went. The waitress cleared the other tables and pointedly checked on Mother a few times, staring at the uneaten breakfasts and serving her enough coffee refills to float a battleship. She dawdled as long as she dared, hoping her nemeses would come back to retrieve her before the arrest. She occupied her time well, alternating between
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Cookie and Uncle Riley (Part 1 repost)
Reblog of an old post. First of a three part series
My Picks Of The Week #30
Woo Hoo! I made Momma’s Views Picks of the Week! Please check everybody’s posts out!
What great posts I was able to read over the last couple of days. I love what you guys are producing. So here we go. Check out the list of posts that made it on my Picks Of The Week list for this week.
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Mary Ann Graybeal Hardin Jones McCarrell
This is my great-great grandmother, Mary Ann Graybeal Hardin Jones McCarrell, born July 5, 1838 in North Carolina, pictured with her second husband, my great-great grandfather John James Jones. Her first marriage was to a Mr. Hardin when she was twenty-two. He died in the Civil War, leaving her with young children. She married Captain John James Jones when she was thirty. They had two daughters, including my great-grandmother, Sarah Catherine Jones. He was a Civil War Veteran, his left leg perpetually bent at the knee. He had to have lived less than four years after the marriage, since she married Mr. Evan McCarrell, a widower with two sons and two daughters when she was thirty-four. It is likely this was a marriage of convenience since he was several years her senior and both had children to raise.
Mary Ann Graybeal died accidently at the age of fifty-eight, July 8, 1886, when she travelled with her step-son to Knoxville, Tennessee, to consult a doctor about a lump in her breast. Unfamiliar with gas lights, when they went to bed in their hotel room, one of them blew out the gas-light instead of turning the gas off. She was asphyxiated, though he survived.
Her older three daughters were married at the time she died. The youngest, Sarah Catherine(Kate) lived with her married sister Carrie for a while. At the tender age of fourteen, she married my great-grandfather, Gordon Perkins. My grandmother always felt she married as soon as she could to get her own home.
Joke of the Day
This guy dies and is sent to Hell. Satan meets him and shows him the doors to three rooms and says he must choose one of the rooms to spend eternity in.
So Satan opens the first door. In the room there are people standing in cow manure up to their necks. The guy says “No, please show me the next room”.
Satan shows him the next room and this has people with cow manure up to their noses. And so he says no again.
Finally, Satan shows him the third and final room. This time there are people in there with cow manure up to their knees drinking cups of coffee and eating cakes.
So the guy says, “I’ll choose this room”. Satan says O.K. The guys is standing in there eating his cake and drinking his tea thinking, “Well, it could be worse”, when the door opens. Satan pops his head around, and says “O.K. coffee-break is over. Back on your heads!”
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