Continuing Down Memory Lane

One of the memories I have of my mom and dad, that I can laugh about now, but I didn’t think it was at all funny when the events took place, was when my first husband’s aunt and uncle came to visit from Arkansas. I had only met them once and they had never met any of my family. In an effort to get to know them better, I asked them over for dinner. I was about eighteen and had never hosted a dinner party before. So, I called my dad, since he did all the cooking at home, and asked  him what to serve etc. Dad gave me suggestions for a menu and  told me how to cook everything. Then, he said if it would help me relax, he and mom would come to dinner and help entertain our company. I thought that would be great and we agreed upon a time for them to arrive. BAD IDEA!!!

When my husband’s aunt and uncle arrived, I had everything ready and my husband and I sat talking with them while we waited for my parents to arrive. When the door bell rang, I knew it was my parents, but I was not prepared at all for what I saw when I opened the door. There my parents were, all dressed up like hillbilly’s!! I mean they had on old brown floppy hats, rolled-up blue jeans with holes in them and ropes tied around the waist for belts, no shoes on, and their front teeth blacked out!! I almost fainted! But, what could I do but invite them in? I had to introduce them to my husband’s aunt and uncle, who had no idea my parents didn’t really look like this, and my parents played the part like they were in a Broadway Play! They stayed in character all evening acting like this was “just the way they were”..They ate dinner, had drinks, laughed and THEY had the best time. My husband’s aunt and uncle didn’t know what to think and I wanted to lay down and die. My husband was none too happy about all this and I knew he was going to have a mouth full to say to me when everyone left. Finally, my parents said they had to go. I walked them to the door and couldn’t even begin to say anything about their act because I knew if I did they would carry it on even longer. I couldn’t tell my husband’s aunt and uncle that my parents were just messing around because I didn’t want them to think my parents were making fun of them because they were from the “hills of Arkansas”. But really, that is exactly what mom and dad were doing. Like I said I can laugh about it now, but at the time I didn’t think it was funny at all! Who does that kind of thing?

I believe my parents would think up stuff to do sometimes just to see how far they could push you and what they could really get away with. One time, for reasons unknown to me to this day, my parents put an ad in the newspaper for a week saying I was giving away registered puppies free to any good home and gave my phone number. They also ran another ad, at the same time, saying I had wire bail hay for sale for one dollar, and gave my address. Now, just imagine, I had people calling me on the phone all day asking about puppies I didn’t have, and men coming to the door, with their big trucks parked out on the street, wanting to buy hay for one dollar. These men were not happy to learn, after they drove all the way across town, that I didn’t have any hay at any price! And, I wasn’t any more pleased than they were. In fact, I was really pissed off!  I knew it was mom and dad that did it, but when I called asking them to stop the ad’s , they acted like they didn’t know what I was talking about. Those dam ad’s run all week-long! Again, who does that kind of thing?

There were many, many stories like this involving my parents and what lengths they would go to for a joke. It could be a book all of its own…maybe someday!

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gotham Girl
    Mar 01, 2012 @ 22:45:23

    OMG! Those are incredible stories!! xoxo


  2. Megs
    Mar 05, 2012 @ 19:23:56

    WOW! Those are some incredible stories.


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