Setting this up weekly...Thought it would be nice for all to participate in commenting about a point of view. I have been thinking a lot about so many stories over the generations that are so important to share for all the generations now...
Points of view for this week:
Favorite story from your mother.
9 years ago
13 comments:
What? On Fathers day? Stories about Moms? What's going on?? Ha ha :)
My favorite story my mom told me is of when she met my father...
My dad was out with Barry Ware (my calculus teacher from high school-small world!)and Barry was hitting on my mom's friend who she was out with at a bar K-K-K-Katies. Mom's friend got up to dance and my mom said that my dad came to the table with a pitcher of beer. Mom's initial thought was, "good grief" as she was concerned that she and her friend had just missed the last bus to get back to school and they were going to miss curfew. When she told this to my dad he told her that he could give her a ride. Mom said that she loosened up a bit and was able to happily help finish up the pitcher. Mom told me that she was very impressed to see the sweet car that dad was driving and while Barry and her friend were "mugging it up" in the backseat, dad asked mom to go out on a date. Mom said that she figured that he was nice enough to drive her home (and I think I remember her telling me that he gave her cigarettes to that someone had left in his car), so she said yes.
When my dad was coming to get my mom for the date, my mom had her friends waiting to go with her because she did not remember much from the first meeting. I think I remember her telling me that each time dad came to pick her up at school he had cigarettes and Boone's Strawberry Hill for her...
Six weeks later they were engaged. When mom went to lunch with her friends at the dorm, they asked, "Oh the guy from MIT?" Mom said, "No, this new guy that I am seeing." When they asked "What is your new last name going to be?" Mom said "I don't know. I'll have to ask him tonight."
To think that at such a young age and short time could bring one of the strongest marriages observed by 3 children and soon to be 7 grandchildren...We are so blessed..
That story cracks me up every time I think about it.
I actually thought dads last name was Garmarsh when I asked him..
Ron actually picked up that same group of friends almost every date we had while I was in nursing school. When they couldn't come along they would come downstairs (no men allowed up in the dorm) and keep him forever telling him all their troubles...I would go into the lounge and say, HELLO! ARE WE GOING OUT OR WHAT??
My Dorm matron Maria would sign me in if I was running late (only if I was out with Dad) She loved Dad and said she used to watch how dad looked at me and said "He's the one , Eileen." She would call upstairs to our floor when we had a visitor and she would say to me on the intercom (if it wasn't Dad) "There's someone here to see you and he's not your type.." Can you imagine??
Mrs. Gamache
I love the story mom tells about making the beds in their little house in a big hurry because the firemen were coming because the house was on fire....OMG
And I love the story about her saving money while working at Candyland and buying her little sister Kathy some new school clothes...
My favorite is her stories from Pepperell about her favorite summer working in her Aunt and Uncles restaurant and then getting into the school in Pepperell and how that all happened (very funny Nana B.!)
I used to love to hear the stories from pepperell but mostly i loved the way mom looked when she was remembering because she was so happy that summer and you can see it in her face..
Mrs. Gamache
story about my mother------ummm-----------I'm thinking----------
She never allowed us to go to the attic because it was three floors up and she was afraid we would fall out the window------so when she took the train to Waltham to food shop we would all go up in the attic to play, and my brother Eddie would sit on the windowsill with his legs hanging out the window I don't think we ever told her.
Gr grandma
tootsie tell the story about the dump truck full of chocolate dropped off in your back yard ,you were told not to touch i love that story-maw
tootsie tell the story about the dump truck full of chocolate dropped off in your back yard ,you were told not to touch i love that story-maw
My grandfather ran Dean's Farm in Weston,and one of his jobs was to feed the pigs.(we loved to go to the piggery with him--(peeyou!) one day Brighams candy store called him to pick up a truckload of chocolate to bring to the piggery, because there was something wrong with the recipe. He pulled up in our driveway and dumped it in our backyard.I was little then , but it seemed about 5feet high and wide. my Mother said "don't any of you kids eat that because its probably full of worms or something" needless to say -----are you kidding me?-----we dug into that every chance we got---Thanks Moe---good memory
Mom - remember the time you killed the horse with the balloon
I remember one year, around Easter, when I was in the third grade, Mum made my sandwich is the shape of a rabbit's face. She decorated with raisins for eyes and I think she used cheerios and I can't remember what else but my teacher was so impressed that she had me go to each classroom and show them my lunch! =^..^=
I remember a story Nana told me about how her and her twin sister went to school in a one room school house. She said that she did not do well in math one day and had to stay after. She said Antie was much better in math than her so she stayed in her place to do the work (the teachers could not tell the difference) and she said then they got out school much sooner than if she had stayed to do the work.
Over the meadow and through the woods to gramma's house we go---actually it's up North Ave for 3 miles to Conant Rd. up Conant Rd to a long dirt road to the farmhouse on top of the hill.
At the corner of N.Ave and Conant Rd. is where "The Witch" lived. We called her the witch because whenever Gramma and Grandpa fought, it was about "her", and gramma always cried. Grandpa married "her" after gramma died----any way I digress----that wasn't the story I was going to tell.
When we had to go to the bathroom at gramma's ,she told us if we took too long, there was a fox in the tank in back of the toilet that would jump out and bite us!
I was scared to death of all toilets for quite a while until I got old enough to figure it out for myself. (We had an outhouse at our house so there was no tank for the fox)
My Mother told me that gramma always used fear to make them behave when they were little !
PS "the witch' actually was a nice lady... kind of stern, but she took care of grandpa for years when he was sick.
I've got a few more Gramma stories.................
e
I LOVE THESE STORIES!!!!
Firstborn Gamache
Post a Comment