Monday, November 14, 2005
I Miss You For Now
These and more are the conversations that ensued last weekend (the weekend of Forrest's memorial service).
The protection of John's garden requires lots of skill and even more traps to protect his garden from "varmint" of every kind.
The Have-A-Heart Trap: Which probably should be called the Have-A-Mafia trap, since instead of letting the animal go in the wild he walks them down to the river where he "whacks them".
The Con-A-Bear 110: For small animals such as chipmucks.
The Con-A-Bear 220: For medium sized animals such as skunks.
The Con-A-Bear 330: No one has actually seen a Con-A-Bear 330, but by all accounts this trap isn't for sissies, and would probably require a vice to set.
The Have-A-Heart Netting: Which my uncle Jim suggested to use in lieu of a muskrat trap to keep robins off of strawberry patches.
My Aunt Johanna's Name
My Aunt Johanna has been suffering for 70 odd years from nicknames that would never leave. Although she is one of 7 daughters, and isn't even the oldest, all her siblings refer to her as "Sister" or "Sis". Even her nieces and nephews refer to her as Sis and if that's not strange enough, we even call her "Aunt Sis". I was probably 20 years old before I thought that maybe she had a real name. She related to us that since her move to Phoenix (40 years ago), people no longer refer to her as "Sis" but they have called her (for 40 years) "Joann" and she has been too nice to correct them. Finally, much to her relief, in the 2005 Phoenix church directory she is registered by her actual name "Johanna" and people are starting to take the hint. So, my Aunt Sis (for she will always be my "Aunt Sis") is finally after 70 years being called by her birth name.
My Aunt Betty's Frugality
My Aunt Betty (incidentally, her name is Mary, but we all call her Betty), is known to be a very frugal woman. She let's nothing go to waste, including old hoses from washing machines. Which came in handy for her son, Jon, when his car broke down this weekend and his wife and mother fixed it with their bare hands, the old hose, and duct tape.
Yes, these are a few of the stories of my family this weekend at my Uncle's memorial service. As if in his honor, they were in their rarest form. I wish I could remember everything.