Today after I enjoyed an MRI on my back, I dropped by Wataburger to get some breakfast. Well, as fate would have it, they stop serving breakfast at ll:00, and it was straight up ll:O0. So I opted for a -what else - a Whataburger. Isn't the first time I/ve had a hamburger for breakfast.
Anyhow there is this delightful young lady who works in there, and I sat amazed as she scooted about serving condiments and making sure everyone was o.k. Curiosity finally got ne and I asked her how old she is, and she informed me she will be 78 in August. Mind you, she didn't say "I'm 77," but proudly proclaimed she will soon be 78. No, I'm not kiddin". She has been there for who knows how long and further endeared herself when she remembered my best friend, Fred, who said his last goodbyes April 23. You see, there is this group of fellows from our church who used to meet there for coffee once a month - FREE coffee, I might add, and Fred was one of these guys.
Another example is one of the "girls" who meet at my house the first Thursday each month to "sew". Have to admit we get more talking done than sewing but every now and then someone will sit down at the quiltng frame and quilt a block or two. Anyhow, there is this one friend, Vi, who will be 96 in December. (Did I also mention that Fred would have been 96 in December??)Vi is something else - more ways than one. She just quit driving last year and has sold her home and moved into a small and very nice apartment. It probably is no accident that this apartment has a great window - perfect place for a quilting frame - and Vi can sit and quilt and watch folks go by on the sidewalk.
Anyhow here is a story Vi tells about when she was a little girl :
"Let me tell you about an incident that occurred when I was about 3 years old.
For some unknown reason I had a habit of poking my finger into any hole I found.In those days women wore dresses to their ankles. Grandmother and I went out to gather eggs and one old hen had started laying in a deep feed trough. Grandmother was a short little woman and she leaned 'way over to get the eggs. She had a small rip in the skirt of her dress and- - you guessed it!! Little Vi poked her finger in the hole. Grandmother was so startled she went head first into the feed trough with her feet waving wildly in the air. I had to call Mother to come pull Grandmother out of the feed trough. Boy - was she upset!!!
Can't you just picture this?? More later!!
Anyhow there is this delightful young lady who works in there, and I sat amazed as she scooted about serving condiments and making sure everyone was o.k. Curiosity finally got ne and I asked her how old she is, and she informed me she will be 78 in August. Mind you, she didn't say "I'm 77," but proudly proclaimed she will soon be 78. No, I'm not kiddin". She has been there for who knows how long and further endeared herself when she remembered my best friend, Fred, who said his last goodbyes April 23. You see, there is this group of fellows from our church who used to meet there for coffee once a month - FREE coffee, I might add, and Fred was one of these guys.
Another example is one of the "girls" who meet at my house the first Thursday each month to "sew". Have to admit we get more talking done than sewing but every now and then someone will sit down at the quiltng frame and quilt a block or two. Anyhow, there is this one friend, Vi, who will be 96 in December. (Did I also mention that Fred would have been 96 in December??)Vi is something else - more ways than one. She just quit driving last year and has sold her home and moved into a small and very nice apartment. It probably is no accident that this apartment has a great window - perfect place for a quilting frame - and Vi can sit and quilt and watch folks go by on the sidewalk.
Anyhow here is a story Vi tells about when she was a little girl :
"Let me tell you about an incident that occurred when I was about 3 years old.
For some unknown reason I had a habit of poking my finger into any hole I found.In those days women wore dresses to their ankles. Grandmother and I went out to gather eggs and one old hen had started laying in a deep feed trough. Grandmother was a short little woman and she leaned 'way over to get the eggs. She had a small rip in the skirt of her dress and- - you guessed it!! Little Vi poked her finger in the hole. Grandmother was so startled she went head first into the feed trough with her feet waving wildly in the air. I had to call Mother to come pull Grandmother out of the feed trough. Boy - was she upset!!!
Can't you just picture this?? More later!!
7 comments:
LOL...I can see the picture of Grandmother in the feed trough, and I bet the look on Vi's face was just as priceless!
And, I do think age is a state of mind...I don't mind stating mine. I am almost 48!!!lol
A beautiful day to you,
Cat
Nice story and nice pics!
Glad you also included Amy :)
And look at those dolls!
Those are collectibles for sure, and in such good shape too.
Have a great day!!
blondie
It really was a funny story, wasn/t it? And you need to hear
Vi tell it for best effects ...
Will have more Vi stories later.
Thanks for the visit - -
Thanks for the visit, Blondie. Next time I"ll send larger pics of Amy. She loves quilts as you can probably tell.
The dolls are some of my creations - I am especially partial to the French dollmaker, Bru. So I enjoyed teaching reproducing his "look".
Nanny
Hey Mom...age is strickly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!
I think I read somewhere just the other day that what matters isn't the days in your life, but the life in your days. I think that's very true!
Somehow I"m dropping my comments on the comments. Just wrote two for you and they both disapeared!
Yes, age is totally a state of mind. Most of the oldest people I know have been around fewer years than you have, and you're one of the youngest people I know. And I have at least as much gray hair as you and Dad combined, and I'm not even 40.
Hugs,
Ashley
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