I know a Sunday story

I see the commiepinkobastardRedpope spewing verble vomit about America, can I say that, to late already did.

Was leaving church one Sunday, ma at the head of the column. there was only of us at the time, preacherman by the door, a group of women off to the side, (stuff one doesn’t forget) one says ” see that woman with all those kids, she’s married to an Indian”. Ma said nothing just kept walking. Another one says, ” he’s never in church, probably at home drunk”. That did it, ma turned around walked back and laid into them, ” my husband works on Sunday, he’s on the water right now, those dimes the children put in the basket, my husband gave them each one last night, as he does every night before Sunday church”. Shut them all up, preacherman didn’t step in once to settle things, ma glared at him to. ” Come on children let’s go home”.

Only reason I made mention of that, I got something in the mail.

Remember Chef…

” We’ll go with ya, but on the boat”. That was after he was looking for mangos,

LOLOLOL

That’s right Chef, never get off the boat unless you go all the way.

Reminded me of dad

A good way of seeing him

Tell me, I’ll forget

Show me I may remember

include me, I’ll understand

as a kid, you never were in the way because he had your hands busy, didn’t matter what he was doing. My cousin who owns a bar, was helping him move some stuff in the basement there, ” What’s wrong with this meat slicer?”. It’s junk, you want it, take it!. Was a Univex, Italian built, heavy bastard. Tore it apart, cleaned it up…Ahuhh! was a broken wire behind the on/off switch.

She’s on land now, down in the Naubinway

Was a time I did hear him say, “get back” that was when the Kahlenberg was removed, and a Cummins diesel installed. Not so different I suppose from a farmer’s son or a sone of a truck driver or miner’s kid.

Could be useful knowledge in the future, something I learnt about 8 years of age

You can do it

That world is gone now, a little something I read a long time ago