You Can Pick Your Friends But You Can’t Pick Your Relatives

My grandmother was a BATTLEAXE! We called her Old Ironsides. We did not like her! She was six feet and as cold as a witch’s tit!As hard as my mother had it , she never once looked for help from her mother, not even to babysit on occasion. The woman was a brute.
Our pappa on [...]

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If Ifs And ands Were Pots and Pans

Dear God I miss my mother!  She died on April 28, 1981 and hell ,I was not ready to let her go.I  needed her . I still need her by times. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of her. Sometimes with a smile and sometimes with a tear.
I remember being [...]

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Don’t Laugh! The Banana Skin Might Be Under your Own Feet Someday!

Mamma did not like people who made fun of others. It was OK if you carried on with a friend as long as the banter wasback and forth.But if you made funof somebody and that personwasn’t there to hear you say it to their face, she’d always come back with,”Don’t make fun, the banana skin [...]

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Don’t Tell Anyone I Own You

Mamma was the queen of the guilt trippers! If there was a guilt trippers’ bus, she was the driver.She used guilt as a means of control without hollering or nagging. Sometimes it was a steely look, or a roll of the eyes,but you knew! You knew when you were doing something” she who must be [...]

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Put Another Can of Water in The Beans

When hubby and I first got married ,cooking was not something I did very well. If we had potatoes, I peeled ten. He would wonder if the army was coming to supper.If we had beans ,I added a can of water. One day he looked at the watered down beans in the pot and said [...]

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You Could Put A Million Dollar Dress On That Girl

I am not what you’d call a snappy dresser. There was a time in my life that I could get anything off the rack and it would fit.That aside ,I hated doing even that. I don’t exactly have the best taste in the world and I know it. I also know that I could send [...]

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Kids Will Hang You Everytime

Mamma wasn’t always careful about what she said around us kids. She could curse with the best of drunken sailors when she was angry and she knew a dozen different names for angels when doing so. We were not allowed to curse, so we grew up thinking that was for adults only. So as kids, [...]

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I Can’t Fight Your Battles For You

Let me make this perfectly clear. We were not allowed to fight with the neighbours’ kids. Nor were we allowed to curse at them or throw rocks at them. They had no such rules. So it stands to reason that quite often we were on the shitty end of the stick when it came to [...]

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Always Watch To See Who Has The Five!

We played a card game at home called 120. Some called it auction, but we knew it as 120. The object of the game was to bid and get your points up to 120. The highest card was the five of trumps, then the jack, ace of hearts, ace of trump,  king, and queen.
We’d play [...]

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There She Goes Making a Fool of Herself Again

Okay, I admit it. I love being on the stage! Always did ,always will.Ever since I was little ,I’d dramatize  anything ,even the Tom and Betty books we had in primary as a reading series. And if you don’t think this was hard, here’s a sample. See Tom. See Betty. See Susan. See Flip. You [...]

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