Posted on 11/18/2012 8:28:40 AM PST by carlo3b
Yes! He does. :-)
Thank you. Your post made me smile. See?
:-)
If I can find it, I have a poppie-seed receipe with creme sherry that’s easy to make and easier to eat. :^)
That is the most beautiful description of a family and Thanksgiving that I’ve ever read! Thank you so much for sharing it with us and may you and yours have a Happy blessed Thanksgiving!
bflr
My dear lysie, reading about your mom, and how you miss her, reminds me about an interesting story about me and my little Mom.. Little, because she was tiny, as in 4’10” and skinny as a pencil when she was young..
Her birthday was Nov. 11, Veterans Day every year.. As such, I always associated the flying of the Flags with her birthday.. I just thought everyone was celebrating her when everyone put flags out.. LOL..
However, her apparent patriotism caused me some distress when I was a very young typical Italian, inner city hooligan.. We, my buddies and I were playing stick ball in the middle of the street, when a ball that I hit broke a window.. We were warned that this would happen if we persisted in playing ball so close to the buildings.. But as kids, who didn’t believe it would happen because we were too good at hitting.. LOL
Well we did what kids do, we ran away and hid.. However, it wasn’t long before there was a big Irish Cop at our front door, asking for my Mom, and I to come out to the stoop, and answer a few questions.. GULP
The policeman had a few of my friends with them.. They were starring down at their shoes, so I knew I was doomed.. When he asked if I was the one that hit the ball, I looked at the Cop, and at my Mom, and answered yes.. I did it, and I thought that was it, I was going to the Big House for Life, or maybe even the Electric Chair..
Here is were the Flags come in, this window that we.. “I”.. broke, had Flags all over the place and the window I broke, had a Red Banner with 3 Stars on it! (an indication that the home had 3 veterans) Also the Cop said this home was an old widow, that had little or no money to fix the window..
I felt horrible, and looked up at my Mom and a tear was running down her cheek.. That was it, I wanted to die! I put my hands out, as if asking for handcuffs, like I saw at the movies.. Ha!
After a few torturous moments, the Cop said that the VFW would pay for the window if I and my friends would agree to clean off the headstones, and clean around the graves at the Memorial Cemetery before Veterans Day??..
Thats it! Sure we would, and we would get off SCOTT FREE? Not so fast, my Mom said we should do it before every Holiday that year.. There were 500 headstones, and we ended up doing it every year until I/we, graduated from high School..
With the Korean War there were so many more new graves, some of which were cousins, brothers, friends, and fathers of ours, that it became a real tear-fest toward the end..
I never regretted doing it, and every family of ours brought the rest of their family with us to add flowers to the graves.. I bring small Flags for each grave to our little Memorial Cemetery, each and every year to this day..
My dear lysie, reading about your mom, and how you miss her, reminds me about an interesting story about me and my little Mom.. Little, because she was tiny, as in 4’10” and skinny as a pencil when she was young..
Her birthday was Nov. 11, Veterans Day every year.. As such, I always associated the flying of the Flags with her birthday.. I just thought everyone was celebrating her when everyone put flags out.. LOL..
However, her apparent patriotism caused me some distress when I was a very young typical Italian, inner city hooligan.. We, my buddies and I were playing stick ball in the middle of the street, when a ball that I hit broke a window.. We were warned that this would happen if we persisted in playing ball so close to the buildings.. But as kids, who didn’t believe it would happen because we were too good at hitting.. LOL
Well we did what kids do, we ran away and hid.. However, it wasn’t long before there was a big Irish Cop at our front door, asking for my Mom, and I to come out to the stoop, and answer a few questions.. GULP
The policeman had a few of my friends with them.. They were starring down at their shoes, so I knew I was doomed.. When he asked if I was the one that hit the ball, I looked at the Cop, and at my Mom, and answered yes.. I did it, and I thought that was it, I was going to the Big House for Life, or maybe even the Electric Chair..
Here is were the Flags come in, this window that we.. “I”.. broke, had Flags all over the place and the window I broke, had a Red Banner with 3 Stars on it! (an indication that the home had 3 veterans) Also the Cop said this home was an old widow, that had little or no money to fix the window..
I felt horrible, and looked up at my Mom and a tear was running down her cheek.. That was it, I wanted to die! I put my hands out, as if asking for handcuffs, like I saw at the movies.. Ha!
After a few torturous moments, the Cop said that the VFW would pay for the window if I and my friends would agree to clean off the headstones, and clean around the graves at the Memorial Cemetery before Veterans Day??..
Thats it! Sure we would, and we would get off SCOTT FREE? Not so fast, my Mom said we should do it before every Holiday that year.. There were 500 headstones, and we ended up doing it every year until I/we, graduated from high School..
With the Korean War there were so many more new graves, some of which were cousins, brothers, friends, and fathers of ours, that it became a real tear-fest toward the end..
I never regretted doing it, and every family of ours brought the rest of their family with us to add flowers to the graves.. I bring small Flags for each grave to our little Memorial Cemetery, each and every year to this day..
My dear lysie, reading about your mom, and how you miss her, reminds me about an interesting story about me and my little Mom.. Little, because she was tiny, as in 4’10” and skinny as a pencil when she was young..
Her birthday was Nov. 11, Veterans Day every year.. As such, I always associated the flying of the Flags with her birthday.. I just thought everyone was celebrating her when everyone put flags out.. LOL..
However, her apparent patriotism caused me some distress when I was a very young typical Italian, inner city hooligan.. We, my buddies and I were playing stick ball in the middle of the street, when a ball that I hit broke a window.. We were warned that this would happen if we persisted in playing ball so close to the buildings.. But as kids, who didn’t believe it would happen because we were too good at hitting.. LOL
Well we did what kids do, we ran away and hid.. However, it wasn’t long before there was a big Irish Cop at our front door, asking for my Mom, and I to come out to the stoop, and answer a few questions.. GULP
The policeman had a few of my friends with them.. They were starring down at their shoes, so I knew I was doomed.. When he asked if I was the one that hit the ball, I looked at the Cop, and at my Mom, and answered yes.. I did it, and I thought that was it, I was going to the Big House for Life, or maybe even the Electric Chair..
Here is were the Flags come in, this window that we.. “I”.. broke, had Flags all over the place and the window I broke, had a Red Banner with 3 Stars on it! (an indication that the home had 3 veterans) Also the Cop said this home was an old widow, that had little or no money to fix the window..
I felt horrible, and looked up at my Mom and a tear was running down her cheek.. That was it, I wanted to die! I put my hands out, as if asking for handcuffs, like I saw at the movies.. Ha!
After a few torturous moments, the Cop said that the VFW would pay for the window if I and my friends would agree to clean off the headstones, and clean around the graves at the Memorial Cemetery before Veterans Day??..
Thats it! Sure we would, and we would get off SCOTT FREE? Not so fast, my Mom said we should do it before every Holiday that year.. There were 500 headstones, and we ended up doing it every year until I/we, graduated from high School..
With the Korean War there were so many more new graves, some of which were cousins, brothers, friends, and fathers of ours, that it became a real tear-fest toward the end..
I never regretted doing it, and every family of ours brought the rest of their family with us to add flowers to the graves.. I bring small Flags for each grave to our little Memorial Cemetery, each and every year to this day..
Another fabulous story! Bookmarking for repeated reading and sharing and cooking!
Thank you again!
Many thanks my dear girl, I don’t know what gets into me, I want to share all of these innocuous stories, in the belief that others would relate to them..
I only hope that these stories would inspire others to remember the good ole days, they were different times, with different priorities, that they share with others, as my family did with me when I was young..
Happy Thanksgiving MWestMom, to you and yours.. Carlo
Happy Thanksgiving, and BTW, thanks too for the ping to your Thanksgiving Day recipes.
You are Blessed in many ways Carlo including being able to put your thoughts to paper. Not everyone can do that...
You guys are a couple of fuddyduddies, that sap this stuff up.. thank G-D.. LOL
BTW.. LOL.. Funny thing about those RED BANNERS with Stars on them.. I used to read everything when I was a kid.. I remember reading something about the flag of Texas with a single star on it, and at first I thought all of the banners in the windows in our “Little Italy” neighborhood in Chicago, were people from Texas!
I thought WOW, Texas couldn’t be much if all these Italians were leave there and coming here to Chicago.. Hahahahahahha
God bless you, your family, your friends and the FReepers! Happy Thanksgiving to you all.
I broke a few windows in my day, too. My brother, his friends and I played baseball in the front yard of our housing project ( a wonderful place at the time). I remember the superintendent of project coming to our apartment to discuss the matter with mom. It seemed that after that we were able to direct the ball away from the windows. BTW, my brother still tells people that his sister has the longest homerun. LOL
Then, there was the year that my brother and I had the urge to soap windows on Halloween like many of our friends did. Mom warned us NOT to. We sort off didn't heed her warning. We decided to soap our own. Ha! Dummies. When mom asked who did it we told the truth. Carlo, we learned that it's hard getting soap off windows and screens. LOL
My gramp was the founder of the Fulton Veteran's Council. All of his adult life he organized the Memorial Day parade and decorated all the graves in his county with flags. My brother and I would help. It was quite an honor.
One year some people suggested to gramp that the parade should have balloons and other "circus" type things for sale. Oh, and fireworks. Gramp insisted that the event was not a celebration , but a time to remember. It was sad that after he passed away they allowed balloons and fireworks.
Awwwww, Carlo. Your story made my screen all blurry...
We are going out this year, but I shall miss making the turkey and having the family all around. Actually, roasting the turkey is the easiest part of T’Giving dinner. It’s getting everything on the table at the same time and hot that is the problem. And prying the men away from the TV.
We shall be dining at an establishment that dates from the 1840s.
http://www.foxandhoundsrestaurant.com/
Menu:
We’ll eat well, but it won’t be the same as it is with familly:
http://www.foxandhoundsrestaurant.com/events/entry/46/
You can almost read my mind my sweet woman.. That could have gotten you in trouble in earlier years, I’m sure.. LOLOL However that was then, and this is now.. What I have become is akin to a Town Crier, not as in boo hoo, but more like a whistle blower, that sounds the alarm when history bumps into the present and future..
Having lived long enough to remember events as they happened, and not how they are being written, and not selectively retold with agendas, and bias.. To be honest, I too have a selective memory, but in a way that the folks that read my drivel, would have seen these events as they unfolded, with Country, National interest in mind, with the history of this great experiment has been at the ready for Justice, throughout the world, and proud of what we have achieved..
So I will remind you folks what it was like when things were a bit less divisive, less complicated, and much more patriotic..
People that enjoy those fond memories, will read my stuff, and remember things that have been shuffled under the weight of years of problems and faded by times and places..
I waste your time with smiles and laughs at ourselves, because I never really grew up, or at least I may have the blessing of selective dementia..
You my dear girl and everyone that read these musings need to share your stories, so we too can jog our brains to spill the beans on the history of better times.. GOD BLESS YOU, and all of our friends.. Carlo
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