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Monday, October 28, 2013

LEST WE FORGET



My husband & I may be getting along in years, but...
stop that, Bud!  People are watching!

What I was going to say is that even though we're old there are some things we'll never forget. At least I won't because my mind is like a steel trap, or a sieve, or something like that. Whatever.  Here are some of my best memories:

OUR GRANDCHILDREN:

When one of our granddaughters, Nameless III, was just under 2 years old, her mother & father brought her & her older sister to our beach condo.  While Bud, Nameless, Nameless II & I went for a swim she laid down on one of our twin beds for a nap.  Her daddy laid down on the other bed.  He woke up about a half hour later in a panic--Nameless III was gone!  He thought she might have fallen down the stairs or was wandering around alone outside.  Imagine his relief when he found her sitting peacefully at our breakfast table, happily devouring strawberries from a just-purchased flat that we had left on the table.  By the time he had found her, of course, she & the table & the chair she was sitting on were all bright red!!

Her older sister, Nameless II, was born near the beginning of July, so she was almost 1 1/2 years old when she came to our house one Christmas.  There were a bazillion or two gifts under the tree. (My family used to claim that if I gave someone a deck of cards I would wrap each one individually.  Probably a slight exaggeration.)  Anyway, she took one look at the tree & the gifts & her eyes grew huge.  She drew in a deep breath & said in a baby voice, "So MANY pwesents--ALL fo' me!!"

Matt was out here from Connecticut, staying with his brother Blake, when the 9/11 terrorist attack occurred. He had been scheduled to fly home that day.  As you'll remember, all planes were grounded after that for a week or so.  Matt's 6 year old daughter, Lisa, missed her daddy very much.  Her mom tried to explain to her why he couldn't get a plane home for a while.  Lisa asked her mother, "Why can't he just walk?"

When Lisa's brother, Brian, was between 1-1/2 & 3 he used to strip naked & run into the room where she was with her friends.  He just wanted hugs & kisses.  He's now 16 & his girlfriend won't let him do that anymore.

AND THEIR PARENTS:

Nameless:
1. She talked very early, but not always too clearly.  One thing she loved & requested often for lunch was chicken noodle soup, only she called it "Hickey noo noo hoop".

2. You can see Century City from our front window.  When she was about 2, she was looking out the window one evening waiting for her daddy to come home. The hotel must have just installed those yellow bug lights on their balconies because she called me & said, in an awe-filled voice, "Mommy, the hotel turned to gold!"

3.  When she was in the 2nd or 3rd grade, Bud & I took a vacation & my folks moved into our house to care for our kids.  She was walking home from from school (it was normal for kids to do that then) & was very late.  My folks were worried.  When she finally got home, my dad asked her why she was so late.  She was logical even at that age; she said, "I took a long cut!"

4. She once asked what a homosexual was.  We weren’t sure how to explain this to an eight year old.  We told her that while most men love women, there were some men who loved other men.  We said this was the way God made them & it was fine.  We asked her if she understood & she said, “Yeah—you mean like a lesbian, only a man!”

Matt:
1. He hated to take showers when he was young.  He would often turn on the shower & sit in the bathroom for a while & then come out bone dry & just as dirty as when he went in.  Once, I made sure he actually got in the shower, which must have made him angry, because when he was through & I went into the bathroom to straighten up I found he had written the “F” word on the steamed up mirror.  He tried to, anyway.  He had put an “e” on the end.  FUCKE.  It looked like Shakespeare was swearing.  My problem, as a loving & helpful mother, was to decide which was more important—telling him not to use that kind of language or correcting his spelling?

2. A friend of ours had an operation to have part of his colon removed.  We were discussing this at the dinner table & Matt asked us, "If he had part of his colon removed, does that mean that now he only has a semicolon?"

Blake:
1. I was exhausted from having 3 children under the age of 6 to care for, so my sweet husband hired an au pair.  (Thank you. Bud!)  On her first night, she cleared the dinner dishes & brought in small bowls filled with water & a couple of slices of lemon.  Never having seen finger bowls before, Blake (our youngest) started crying.  I asked him what the matter was & he whined, "I don't want soup!" 
   
2. We got emergency calls twice from his elementary school.  Once he fell UP the stairs & the other time he tried to hit another kid in the stomach, missed & got him in the belt buckle.  He broke his knuckle!

3. My husband may have shown me too much affection in front of the kids.  Blake was very young & he was standing next to me at the kitchen sink while I was making dinner. He pointed to my leg & asked, "Is dat yours?"  I told him yes.  He then pointed to my arm & asked, "Is dat yours?"  Again, yes.  Next, he pointed to my breast & asked, "Is dat Daddy's?"

AND THEIR PARENTS (US):
When Bud & I were dating, his father, Phil, was the West Coast Studio Representative for the Musicians' Union.  As such, he had a pass to the Hollywood Palladium, a VERY fancy dance pavilion.  (See what Wikipedia has to say about it HERE.)  We used to go really often on his pass to dance to the big bands.  So often, in fact, that when Phil once tried to use his own pass to get in he was told that his signature didn't match!

Having an in with musicians worked out very well for us.  Si Zentner & Manny Klein & several others (whose names I can't remember) comprised our wedding orchestra. They each had their own orchestra but played together at our wedding.  If their names aren't familiar to you, may I present samples of their work:

Here's Si:
    

And Manny:
For some reason, Blogger wouldn't accept this link,
 but copy, paste & listen to it--it's great!!
It should be the first one on the page.
Youtube/AT SUNDOWN by Manny Klein 1946 JAZZ!!

Maurice Chevalier never forgot a thing:

So many kids, so many memories:






Just think--in a few million years, Barney will be motor oil----Fishducky


    



26 comments:

  1. I love "hickey noo noo hoop".
    My eldest at two, had trouble with the word bun, often asking for a "bum" as a treat when shopping with me. Out here in Aus, bum is what we call our butt.

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    1. Guess what my friend's son called a truck, his favorite toy!!

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  2. I am with River, love hickey noo noo hoop.
    A friend's child gave us a saying which is now part of our family language. Out for a drive with her parents she saw a cattle truck - going to the abbattoir 'oh look, that nice man is taking his cows for a drive...'
    And we use the phrase often, substituting whatever is appropriate. 'Oh look, that nice man is taking the garbage for a drive..'
    Another lovely post. Thank you.

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    1. When I see a loaded car carrier or a tree in the back of a nursery truck, I often think (& say), "How nice--they're going for a ride!!"

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  3. Phew, I laughed so HARD! I love Nameless and her kids, I love the semicolon (he was paying attention and making connections, wow), and after cleaning out as much as I could here while hubby is away, I still have Phil's vintage golf clubs sitting in here in the office. I would never get rid of them. And now they are even clean and dusted.

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    1. Phil (my father-in-law, for those of you who don't know) probably never had them that clean while he was using them!!

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  4. I think I'll use that line:" I can't remember the last time I forgot something."

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    1. Which line was that, again? I forgot!!

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  5. Awe - - - - they are all such cute memories.

    One question.
    Are they really yours or his? LOL Why does he keep wanting them?huh ?

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    1. Who knows? You'd have to be able to understand men!!

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  6. Fucke made me laugh so hard. I think that's Middle English. Nameless really needs to be more creative with her children's names. If The Hurricane ever bothers to have children, I wonder if she'll name them Andrew and Betsy and, you know, the one that hit New Orleans.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. I LOVE the idea of naming people after hurricanes, instead of the other way around!!

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  7. Kids are not dummies! … love them g'babies… HAhaaaa wonder how Matt got the idea to add an e… oh, me….

    I had only one son and I was exhausted .. if I had 3? oh, Katy bar the door…

    loved Maurice Chevalier (sp?) and Hermoine Gingold … great song!

    hahaaaaa Buddhist photo album ~ always love Pickles!

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    1. I guess it looked more formal to him--I gather you enjoyed the post!!

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  8. Funny Funny Funny..... that naughty old man.

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    1. That was actually Rick & Jilda--see below!!

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  9. Fun post. I'm just curious how you got that animated gif of my wife and I at the top :)
    R

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    1. Remember that FedEX guy last week who said he had the wrong address? The new spy gadgets work great!!

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  10. Well that was one long giggle. Never the expected but always a good laugh. Thanks.

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    1. What WOULD the expected be in my posts? I never know what I'm going to write about!!

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  11. I loved all these stories. :)

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  12. Dear Fran, such wonderful memories. Our mind, it seems, is the photo album and the text album for all of our life. Peace.

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    1. I never thought about it that way, but you're right!!

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  13. Great you're writing down those family stories so they can be remembered even when you can't.

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    1. I think Dee's comment (above) fits here!!

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