Welcome to the blog hop! It’s been a couple of busy weeks, so I’m glad to be writing again. If you missed what the talented Leslie Hachtel had to say, just click and pop back. This week’s topic comes from the lovely Brenda Margriet and she asks us:
Telling stories is as old as the first time a caveman came back from a hunt and told about the big one that got away. Every family and relationship has a story or two that gets told at every get-together. What’s that story in your family? What’s that tale that everyone loves to hear told over and over again?
Well there is always the story of how my parents met, how I never slept as a child (this was told only after my son never slept), my birth and how I only came out in two pushes. I love the funny stories of my parents dating in the 70’s.
I like the stories my dad tells of his childhood and when he visited his grandparents farm. He learned how to milk a cow, pluck a chicken (or watch his grandma pluck a chicken), how they ran the farm. My dad and his brothers did their chores then played all day and the scrapes they would get into.
On my mom’s side we have the story of how my grandma made homemade pie crust and my mom made it a certain way every time. Shortly after my grandma passed away my mom found the old recipes and learned there was a secret to the pie crust. My other aunt, her sister said she knew this all along but she never told anyone. So now my mom is going through all the old recipes and asking her sister if anything has been changed!
This one comes up a lot.. At my parent’s wedding, my uncle, my dad’s youngest brother who was under 21 at the time, went around and drank everyone’s last remaining drinks at the rehearsal dinner. The next day when my grandpa was up at the alter (he was a minister and married them), my uncle all sudden fell backward and almost hit his head on the ground but my grandpa caught him just in time. My grandma always thought he was sick with the flu, but everyone else knew what had really happened.
Here is a story about my sister and me. When we were very young, I think she was just starting to learn to eat solid food, we were eating lunch at the table. My sister had some yogurt and she was of course eating it with her hands. My mom said she needed to use the bathroom and told me to watch my sister. Apparently, my sister started putting yogurt everywhere, all over her body, face, hair and I did nothing to stop it, in fact I encouraged it. Then after she was covered from head to toe, I being a great big sister, told on her.
And for one last one. My husband always likes to tell the story of how we first met, but he always tells it that I kissed him first…. That did not happen, he definitely kissed me first! The debate rages on. 🙂
I enjoyed sharing my stories with you! What stories does the amazing Brenda Margriet have for us? Continue on the hop and find out, until next time!
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