Showing posts with label mom says. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

That's Just Crazy

Big D is one of my favorite peeps. There are a variety of reasons, one of which is that she is quotable.

For example, when we were in the midst of planning for some event, my sister, Big D and I were making lists. After an afternoon of stress, we'd all gotten slightly cranky, so we were having a little quiet time.

After a few moments of silence, Big D said, "I just thought of something!"

Then another few moments went by during which my sister and I waited patiently for the coming epiphany.

The next thing she said was "Did you write it down?!"

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She reads this, but hasn't quite figured out how to comment, but she does write me emails on occasion to tell me what she thinks about what I have written, to add to the story or to correct some facts.

Today's email came on a pale blue background in a cursive, flowy font.

Enjoyed your BLOG very much-flowers look great and really make a difference in your window box!! Your dinner looked good too!! Loved reading your memories about reading and Colquitt-you really learned how to read when you and Will had your tonsils out and someone brought phonics workbooks for you and will while recuperating and you both loved them, then we labeled everything in the house and you both "ran with " all of this knowledge-of course, we had always read to you both since you were literally born. You could respond to all the "Pat the Bunny" instructions at three months. You read "Gone with the Wind" in second grade.

Aunt Lou was your Dad's great aunt. She did stuff money in the mattresses but she did not make quilts. She was also very dirty because she would not spend the money to have running water put in the house, despite her being a large landowner. The rain actually fell into her house. We have several pieces of her furniture that were almost impossible to refinish because of the rain damage.


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When I called to ask her for permission to publish this note, we were discussing Aunt Lou.

She added, "You know Aunt Lou was a creased old lady. And those creases were just full of dirt.

Also, she when she went to the grocery store she would open the egg carton to look at every egg. Now I believe in looking at them, but not for two hours. That's just crazy."