I put a dollar bill in Dad’s birthday card this year. He seemed amazed to get a card with money in it. In all his eighty-six years he had never received one before.
I told him I had decided to try to repay him for all he had spent in raising me, clothing me and sending me to college (not to mention his huge investment in feeding me.) To accomplish that I was going to put a dollar in his birthday card every year until I had him paid back. A great plan I thought.
There was only one flaw in my plan however. Guess who got the dollar …
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I don't think Dad's fingers ever even touched the dollar. Maybe Mom can use it to buy some more hats. She must have at least 50 but informed me that she still had some outfits that she could not match with a hat. I guess I need to get back to work crocheting. Clyde and Jennie, please look for matching yarn when you buy her an outfit from now on. She would be so humiliated to go to breakfast in an outfit that didn't match her hat.
The fire alarm
I had to laugh when dad told the story of the fire alarm going off. He said he got up and got down stairs and was waiting on mom, he said the drill was over and he came back up stairs and mom was just coming out of the door with 2 women with her. He said Gert that is the fire alarm when he goes off you have to come down stairs ... she said I am not going down there without my makeup on and my hair fixed. I would not expect any less. That is our momma!!
Glad you got me
Dad said that one morning mom got up and got ready for breakfast and she put her shoes on and headed towards the door and he hollered and said.. You forgot your morning medicine, and she turned around and said. Well I am sure glad you have me. LOL I think she meant sure glad I have you but I think it was a Freudian slip
I called one morning and dad told me that mom uses his stomach for a handy cap rail. I asked him what he meant and he said. "When we are sittin on the couch, and she wants to get up, she reaches over and put her hand on my stomach and uses it to help herself up.
I knew there was a reason for that belly. I just couldn't figure it out until now.
I told him he should bend down so she could use his head. It would be much more steady for her.
Bless his heart. My "poor ole papaw." But mamaw is about the cutest thing to ever exist.
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