Ahh. Yep. Heard it all before, constantly, from my brothers. So ok they were sorta right but still. ;) It wasn’t easy being the youngest either.
I always wanted sisters :) I always tell my girls, when they’re complaining, be happy you have 3 other sisters. At least they aren’t brothers.
I’ll get you the link. You’ll love this music then.
My parents were the same way. Our basement, back basement filled with non-perishables all the time...they never forgot what it felt like to be hungry. We used to tease them about it. My friends would come over and laugh about the grocery store in our back basement (or cellar as we called it).
Surprisingly, my mother was awesome with money too and not only did she leave the house but a nice stash in the safe (we convinced her to get the safe...she used the freezer prior to that). My Dad, the big spender, always told me the reason I got a college education and a wedding was because of my mother, lol.
He took me to buy a used car for my high school grad present (yeah, I know, heard it and still hear it from my brothers, I got a car, they didn’t). The entire way home, he kept telling me to let him handle it when my Mom heard the price because it wasn’t what they agreed on. So we drive up the street, she comes out, he tells her the price, then says, it’s what your daughter wanted. LOL and it’s a good, safe car. He knew he’d get her on the safe part, lol. One of my mom’s favorite sayings, which she said that day too, was that she wasn’t a bank and one of these days we were all going to realize that.
My Dad wanted an Irish Wake too. And he got one :) My eldest, only 9 at the time, couldn’t understand why his wake was like a party...told her it was what her Pop Pop wanted. He wanted us to celebrate his life, with beer, music, friends/family and more beer.
My daughter is the second oldest, with four brothers. Any advice for her on survival? Of course, she is thrilled that her 6 year old brother asked the baby (4) to move out of her room into the “knights’” room with the other boys.
my dad was the one who couldn’t get over car prices.
He spent many years frozen in time as far as what he thought a decent car should cost.
I’m happy to see him soften his stance now and has recently bought some nifty new vehicles.
We didn’t have many children at my grandma’s wake.
I was the only one of my sisters at the time who had any - and she was still a baby then who had been left with her other grandma for the day.
I remember we had a good time, and that there were shots called “slippery nipples” involved.
We carried on like a bunch of drunken irish (which of course - we were!) and the restaurant was an irish establishment complete with live irish singer, who we accompanied - much to his delight I’m sure.