Storytelling

See What All that Marrying Gets You!

Surprise party

I’ve never properly introduced you to my family.  You hear me tease and torment my mother Kathleen in my blog all the time.  She’s a good sport, and believe me, she gives as good as she gets.  Luckily, she lives very close to me.  I see her several times a week, and speak to her at least daily.  Mother illustrates my blog.  She has always loved sketching but came into professional art late in life. Continue reading →

Trial by Fire

fireI don’t write much about the history of my father’s side of the family because they simply didn’t have the strong oral tradition that my mother’s family did.  This is such a loss.  My paternal grandmother was abandoned by her mother, raised by her grandmother till she was nine.  She spent the rest of her childhood in the home of an uncle whose wife made Continue reading →

Grandpa Was a Dancing Fool

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When my Grandpa Roscoe and his brothers were young, they never missed the rare opportunity to attend a dance or church social, no matter how hard they’d been working on the farm. They’d work like mad all week to get through in time to ride out to any barn-dance, Continue reading →

Horrible Booger Story

My five-year-old grandson was all ears as I told him about his cousin who said she liked to eat boogers because they tasted like pickles.  He burst out enthusiastically, “”I like that girl,”

Too Much Drama

imageOne little boy in my fourth-grade class had to be co-erced into being into the school play, very much against his will, even though he had only one line to deliver. It didn’t make him a bit happier just before our big performance when the teacher reminded us all that we’d be in view of our parents, grandparents, friends, and neighbors.  We had to Continue reading →

Watch Your Mouth!

imageIt was my sister’s first day on the job.  Her boss handed her a package and said “get this out right now, fat ass!”

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Peeing in the Wilderness

laughing snakeThis peeing in the wilderness story is from a dear friend who will remain nameless since she has threatened me sufficiently and believably.  Some lovely young things were once touring the rural countryside when they realized they were miles from the nearest bathroom.  They weren’t concerned since they were country girls, skilled in country arts.  Continue reading →

Pass the Pees, Please

imageYou haven’t lived till you’re way out in the country and realize nature is calling miles from the nearest bathroom.  Mother was walking with her elderly Aunt Mary when they understood they were in just such a predicament.  They were about a half-mile from from Continue reading →

No Honor among Thieves

wildflowersI won’t bother to lie.  That was me you saw on the side of that country road or on that old home place in the country digging up plants..and that little, bitty old lady you saw with me; that was my mama.   She’s my look out and spotter. When arrested, I won’t even be able to claim the act was spontaneous, since I keep a nice little camping shovel and plastic bags under my truck seat especially for my thieving excursions.  I’ll probably try to explain that Mother has Alzheimer’s and escaped from me, but that might not fly, since I’ll be the one out wading in the muck while she’s standing by the truck, but I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Just so you know, I’m not the only thief she raised.  My sister, Connie makes raids just like I do.  We both make sure to get enough to share, since it’s inevitable one of us will eventually get caught.  Bud swears he won’t bail me out, but I suspect he’ll come get me when he gets hungry.  Mother is on her own.  She should have raised us better.