I just wanted to say Hey and say that I am looking forward to seeing all of you Labor Day at "The HomePlace". I am going today to pick up the bench and I will take a pic and post it here. They told me it was too heavy for a few to lift and has to be loaded with a fork lift. So much for dropping it off at Steve's. Whose idea WAS this anyway!!!???? Moving on...I have a little chuckle, or I should say "Gut Buster", for you this morning. Bobbie, Ruth and I nearly laughed til' we puked! Sorry Amy! I can already hear Monica, Michelle, Janet, Addy, Adam, Corey, Andy (ok, maybe not Andy) and the rest of the grandkids, laughing hysterically...Well, you get my drift! This is for those of you who have, so sincerely, shared one of those "Back when I was YOUR age" stories. Enjoy
My father loved to tell those "I had it so rough growing up" stories. And I'm not talking about "I had to walk ten miles through the snow" story. Nooo, that was for amateurs. My dad was raised in the Great Depression. He had to carry ice on his back and sell it door to door, IN THE DEAD OF WINTER. He made 5 cents a YEAR and gladly shared it with the other twenty families living together in a one-bathroom house. Once a week, they would go out and help people less fortunate than themselves, which in my mind were lepers and dead people. I couldn't figure out who could be less fortunate than my father's family.
He had a story for everything. If I complained about my homework, I got this one: (Monica, you'd better get a towel) "When I was a boy, we couldn't afford books. I had to go to the library and copy the entire encyclopedia by hand. But we couldn't afford paper, so I had to scratch it on the back of a sheet of ice and run it home before it melted."
Can anyone top this? Now, we'll hear from the grandkids!
~Rita~
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