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Friday, October 12, 2012

RAMBLIN’ RECALLS (NOT A COWBOY MOVIE)

This is a picture of a mother-in-law’s tongue in bloom—but not MY mother-in-law’s tongue!!

         I wonder how many people can honestly say that they love their mother-in-law?  I am one of the fortunate few who can.  I think--& hope—that my son-in-law & my 2 daughters–in–law can, too.  (When we get together with my daughter’s family, she & my granddaughters give me a kiss on the cheek.  Not so with my son-in-law—right on the mouth!  He’ll stop by our house to visit with me & often chooses to sit next to me at restaurants so we can talk.)
          Bud & I started dating shortly before I was 16 & married when I was 20.  We became engaged when I was 18.  Many mothers feel that no girl is good enough for their son.  We spent many nights at his folk’s house watching TV.  Audrey would say, “You shouldn’t just sit around the house.  Why don’t you go to a movie—go bowling—get married?”  Do you remember hope chests?  She gave me a gift for my hope chest every month that we were engaged.  She gave me almost all of our sterling silver & I have service for 12.
          A side note on silver: When Audrey & my father-in-law, Phil, were engaged they went together to pick out their silver.  She looked at the patterns.  He “weighed” them in his hand.  They got the heaviest pattern that she would agree to.  I guess he figured they might have to melt them down to pay for groceries someday.
          Audrey developed diabetes later in life.  Her doctor wanted her blood sugar checked regularly.  She refused to prick her finger & learn to use a blood glucose monitor.  We lived about 5 minutes from them & since I have diabetes myself, I had a monitor & offered to come over twice a week & check her sugar.  She agreed, but ONLY if she could pay me $5.00 a visit.  I once asked her how many daughters-in-law she thought were invited to come to their mother-in-law’s home on a regular basis, cause her pain & get paid for it?  Not too many, I’d bet!
          When one of her grandsons was married she & Phil, my parents & 2 other couples, all of whom were married 50+ years, were sitting at one table.  When the groom came to visit their table she told him, “Glenn, look at us.  If this doesn’t scare you, nothing will!”
          Her standard answer to “How are you?” was “Splendid!”  She was not one to give—or listen to—an “organ recital”.  That’s what she called it when you ask people how they feel & they tell you about their kidneys, liver, etc.
          We took them to the World’s Fair in Vancouver.  We knew it would be difficult for her to walk around, so we rented motorized scooters (like they show on TV for the handicapped) for her & Phil.  He liked it but she was too embarrassed to use it until Bud & I rented two for ourselves.  What fun it was to buzz around in those!
          I remember 2 cars she owned, “Hadda” & “Shasta”.  Audrey considered the names logical.  One always “Hadda” have this or that fixed & the other—well, “Shasta” have gas & oil, doesn’t she?
          I’ve always felt that God played the ultimate joke on Audrey when she died.  She was always very modest about her body.  One evening she got up from the living room sofa where they were watching TV & told Phil she had to go to the bathroom.  When she didn’t come out after a reasonable time he went to check on her.  She had had a sudden heart attack & died quietly while using the “facilities”.  We told him to call the paramedics & rushed over.  This modest lady’s body was seen sitting on the toilet by her husband, son, daughter-in-law & 2 paramedics.  She said she had to go--& she DID!  Bud & I almost found ourselves in the position where we didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.  She was 88 years old.  Audrey & Phil had been married 64 ½ years.



















 Audrey, I hope you got a laugh out of this----fishducky