How lucky I am. I
was fortunate to grow up with two loving parents who opened their doors to
everyone. We had such fun as a
family. There was lots of story
telling, plenty of teasing and just plain fun.
Ours was the house where everyone wanted to hang out. Most of our friends were just sitting on
baited breath waiting to hear the next story out of my dad’s mouth. He was always the entertainer. I swear he missed his calling for he
definitely belonged on stage. He was a
one-man show 24 hours a day.
My mother could be just as entertaining only it was
unintentional. She was just so honest
and said the first thought that popped into her head. My parents were compared to Archie and Edith Bunker but without
the bigotry. My dad was as colorful as
Archie and my mother was a sweet as Edith.
I think what I admired most was their love for one another. My father had the same romantic love for my
mother for 55 years. He always referred
to her as his lovely Lolita. (I guess
he wasn’t that much like Archie after all)
I always hoped to find someone to love me as much as my father loved my
mother.
Sometimes when I am quiet and close my eyes I can see them
both. I can see my dad in his white
t-shirt and shorts, rolling a cigar between his thumb and fingers. With one leg slung over the arm of a chair
he would survey his audience with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Not far away was my mother always lovely but
oblivious to the shenanigans about to transpire.
Forgive me if you have heard this before but hey, I'm old, I repeat myself..................
Forgive me if you have heard this before but hey, I'm old, I repeat myself..................
I remember one day in particular when my brother Mike
decided to join the family after spending a few days recuperating from
hemorrhoid surgery. I was sitting in
the den next to my father as Mike gingerly made his way down the hall carrying
his rubber donut. I remember watching
my dad out the corner of my eye aware of his rather unusual silence. Daddy just puffed on his cigar while keeping
an intent eye on Mike. Finally Mike
positioned himself above the couch. He
let out a deep sigh as he slowly came to rest on top of the rubber donut.
Before Mike could inhale dad suddenly remarked, “Well I’ll be damned Mike, you
are finally a bigger pain in the ass to yourself than you are anyone else.”
6 comments:
I would have loved your dad!
I agree with Olga, your dad sounds like he'd be a fun guy to hang out with. :)
You are lucky to have had such a loving family as a child.
Hugs from Canada
You were lucky to be raised in such a loving and fun household. Even if this joke was on your brother.
I remember the one time at Christmas that grandpa came in with a bag, he had bought himself new socks. He took all of the old socks out of the drawer, gave them to me and told me to wrap them for uncle mike. He told me he was tired of mike stealing his socks so he might as well have them anyway.
TJ I remember that Christmas! Mike didn't think it was so funny!
I think he was confused as to why he was receiving used socks for Christmas....wrapped none the less.
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