I'm sure you have read Farm Wife's blog and know that for some strange reason she wants to name her van.
Art the Omnipotent has suggested Medusa.
I'm sorry AO but Farm Wife couldn't possibly use that name for the van.
It all happened a long time ago.
Farm Wife was a tiny little person in every way except her voice. She had been blessed with a very strong, far reaching and at times shrill voice.
There would be times when FW would just charge through our little house for no apparent reason. Now know as toddlers crazies. If daddy should get involved in this it was even more fun.
Until the Voice came out.
That voice could almost brake glass. What it did to your eardrum was torture. She then discovered the The Voice went well with all kinds of emotions and should you throw your arms around you could make a big show.
Christmas 1977 we were at Bucka and Busha's.
Miss FW had decided that if things didn't go her way she would just run her arms extended over her head and finger spread out and screaming at the top of her lungs. None of this was funny until she did it one morning.
She started her day with a meet and greet and then had her breakfast or some of whatever anyone else was eating. This day she wasn't having a good morning and she wasn't getting what she wanted so she just started in. The drama got lost when you saw her hair going every which way and her to big blanket jammie's sagging. We all got tickled and while the rest of them enjoyed the laugh I had to get a straight face and deal with the little miss.
Later that day we took all the grands to the Disney movie. Madame Medusa so reminded us of FW's drama that we started calling her that. For years after that I called her Medusa when she would have a come apart. And then have a flash back of her running, the hair wild,the jammies sagging and the voice trying to brake our eardrums.
So you see Art, if she should name her van Medusa, someday she could be at the store and that van might just get tired of all those diapers throw its wheels up in the air, take off running and blowing its horn so loud that people would think its the end of the world as we know it.
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About Me
- Queen Mother
- I was born and raised in a steel town. My parents, as Grandma put it, were babies having babies, so we grew up together. My parents were dirt poor, so an aunt said. It wasn't until their 50th wedding anniversary that I found out she was right. There are 10 children in my father's family, 5 boys, 5 girls. There are 8 children in my mother's family, 4 girls, 4 boys. The odds of another couple with those nunbers has to be high as winning a lottery. I have twin brothers, a baby brother and a sister. We fussed and fought our way into adulthood, having some goodtimes along the way. Thirty nine years ago I met a boy who would become my best friend and then my husband. He likes to tell people that it's not a marriage it's an adventure, and that is what it is. He has two siblings and was raised in a much more quite house then I was. We have 3 children, the in-laws to go with them and grandchild (our reward for the hard times) Art the Omnipotent along with her three rapscallions, have joined in on the fun of our family. These additions have added lots of color to the tapestry of our life.
2 comments:
boy does that give a very interesting mental picture
Thanks for the image of the Van Embedded in my head now QM..
I cannot imagine our precious FW ever doing something as DRAMATIC as that, coming from eloquent royalty such as yourself.
Are you sure at those moments she wasn't adopted?
I'm only joking..You've given me my own flashbacks and my rightnows with my oldest. Oh BOY!!
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