SATURDAY, JUNE 3, 2017
Saturday morning started early, of course, with some outside work. I had to laugh when I looked down. Got to have your monogram on when you are hauling brush on the tractor. How ridiculous. In what world did I think I was a monogram gal?!?!
Oh, and in a typical manner, I’d misplaced my glasses. Couldn’t find them anywhere. Guess where they turned up….
My brother recently uncovered some recordings he made. They are interviews of my parents regarding their childhood, family lore, recollections, etc. He spent hours digitizing these recordings and made them available to us. I can’t tell you what a treasure this is for me.
My mother had a distinct southern drawl and unique (long) way of storytelling. My father’s voice is deep and his conversational manner was succinct and to the point. These recordings are like buried treasure. The stories and history are precious to have but the ability to hear them talk is just priceless. Their marital conversations were the background noise of my life. My mother correcting my dad’s recollections and my dad chuckling at her. To hear that interaction, it leaves me speechless.
My Saturday was spent listening to these interviews while I ran the tractor. At one point, I just had to stop because I was laughing so hard. My mother was comparing me to my dad’s sister. She said that we had a tendency to get ourselves over-committed. Seriously mom? Well, okay, point taken.
Found this little guy peeking out of a railroad tie.
My sweet little wanderlust-filled Anne wins the “Best Attitude” award. She road-tripped to Ohio from Nashville and the transmission on her car blew. Personally, I’d have a hard time recovering my weekend. She was stranded, getting towed, leaving car at a dealership several states away, finding a way home, and then having to navigate her work life without a car. I mean, it’s a lot. But she put a happy face on and is now car shopping while looking for a car salvage lot in Ohio. Anyone have suggestions?
