we might be distantly related to ernest... but not enough to claim... even though we all do... last week i watched a documentary on his life... not only did earnest commit suicide but several of his siblings did as well... he kind of always thought that is the way he would go... something else about him... his mother used to dress him in little girls clothing... the only time he got to be manly was when he went hunting with his father... as an author he was later known as the masculine american voice... it is interesting that his own parents seemed to have switched masculine/feminine roles... father obeyed his mother... i also think it is interesting that the first two women he loved were 10 years older than he was... hmmm....
this post has nothing to do with ernest hemingway... we are not even related...
before i forget... a few simple conversations that will make me laugh in the future... the kind of conversations i will forget if i don't record... but they probably wont make you laugh... in fact they will probably bore you... what i am trying to say is... um... i like my family... they are funny to me... and when they are the funniest is when they are not trying to be... all of these conversations were totally serious... which is the only reason they are even a little funny... but they are a lot funny to me...
after singing puff the magic dragon
grandma: why does that song have to end so sad?
dixie: because the boy went away
grandma: doesnt the dragon know there are more little boys?...someone told me that was a drug song... but i always really liked it
coleen: you can interpret anything to mean what you want it to
the only thing my grandpa said to me... he doesn't say much
grandpa: you better hurry and get married or you are going to turn into an old maid
tanya: grandpa, you sure know how to make someone feel good. (even though he has no idea how rude he is being these comments always throw me off guard and sort of make me feel bad)...how about i just go to the next camp site and pick me out a husband? it shouldn't be that difficult.
coleen: we saw her with a boy before (in my defense)
joey: was it _____?
angie: the guy looked like marc... laugh laugh laugh - (marc's my uncle)
after several songs around the fire
gabe: dad, how do you know all of these songs?
michael: when you get to be my age you know a lot of songs.
a little while later
gabe: (to his dad)why do we have to keep singing?
dixie: your grandma paula used to play the guitar and she made sure that we knew all of these songs... (p.s. i kind of think my family gets cool points for singing songs like 'puff the magic dragon', 'age of aquarius' and 'one tin soldier rides away'.
after singing one tin soldier rides away
grandma: we need another song... one with more soldiers... one tin soldier riding away isn't enough...
prior to blowing out the candles on jacob's birthday cake (it had 10 candles even though he is turning 11)
joey: looks like you have to be 10 again because we don't have enough candles
a bit later... after calling for the kids to come to the eating area for birthday cake ritual
carma: everyone sing happy birthday so the kids will come
everyone: ... happy birthday to you... we sang the whole song and the kids didn't come running as planned.
carma: lets sing it again only louder this time
everyone: ... happy birthday to you..
someone goes to get the kids...and we finally sang it for real... but when it was time to sing for real...
jason: didn't we already sing this song twice
tanya: it was a trick birthday song...
later
grandma: we should sing for dixie since we missed her birthday
someone: we already sang that song three times
around 8:45
grandma: we need to go. what time do we have to leave?
dixie: we have to be out by 10:00 p.m.
grandma: what time is it?
dixie: a quarter to 9:00
grandma: that means we have 15 minutes
dixie: that means we have an hour and 15 minutes
grandma: i think we should get going... there is going to be traffic... (grandma rode with coleen)... we have been here too long.
around 9:30
coleen: put those last two logs on the fire. we dont want to have to drag that wood home with us
tanya puts the last to peices on
grandma: (in a panic) what are you doing? we cant build the fire up. it is time to leave.
tanya: do you feel trapped?
carma: laugh laugh laugh
angie's baby: laugh laugh laugh
poor grandma... she did get to leave a few minutes later
tanya: (to my cousins baby)... oh... so she is a tauraus... good...
coleen: we think geminis are ok too.
tanya: but supposedly the taurus and gemini are not supposed to get along
coleen: well your mom is a taurus and we got along really well.
coleen: your mom used to be so particular. she is legendary at my house. we shared a room growing up. her side of the closet was always tidy. her clothes were always clean and hung up. my side of the room always had clothes everywhere. she also used to have really good style. she knew how to buy clothes that looked good on her...
tanya: today i cleaned my house. on my good days i think i am like my mom.
tanya: (my thoughts) hmmm.... maybe that is why i get such pleasure out of cleaning and organizing... and maybe that is where i get my fashion sense...
7 comments:
I read this out loud to Mom and we laughed pretty hard. I wonder if the way you wrote it was funnier than in real life or that I could just picture the scene and it made me laugh so hard I was crying.
And you're right about feeling like we're related to Ernest. I've always felt a little connection to him somehow.
its only because he was/is famous... if he was just some dude on our genealogy tree we wouldn't care... but we should... remember when i wanted stories from our genealogy tree... hmmm...
and i am glad i made you laugh/cry... i re-read the post myself simply because you wrote that. my favorite was singing the birthday song a million times... poor jacob...
glad you all are safe.
Thanks, Tanya, we felt part of the family. Well, more like fly's watching by the camp fire. Either way, your family rocks. And I just started getting those, "Better get married soon, or else.." Statements right before I met Joseph.
It doesn't end either, next will be, "better have kids soon, your already 30" People are so sweet :)
I liked the stories about your family....I was grinning the whole time.
hey, hey - I've tried to post stories about geneology that I know. I figure that at least by writing my own story I'm pleasing posterity who will be begging for the same thing some day. It's out there to find, just got to look for it.
I especially had to laugh at Jacob being 10 again. . .ha! ha! ha!
I cut moms hair today, and she told me about this blog. I have to say I was laughing out loud to myself. Also my neighbors windows didnt blow away, their door just blew open, and they were already gone somewhere else. But we had my mom-in-law and Vic and another couple with there baby stay with us. we had a generater and they didn't. but I like your story better, it makes us sound a lot better. Thanks for that.
man... i wish my story was the true story too... it sounded so cool... just a blown open door... thats kind of boring.
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