September 23, 2006
Saturday Question
On Saturdays I'll try to come up with some "out there" question that just makes you stop and think about something not so important. Think of it as a mini vacation. If you have any ideas drop me a line and we'll throw it in here. Who knows, it might be fun.
OK - Here goes: With Monday being Family Day - I thought we'd go down that road this morning. Tell me about your funniest family moment. It's weird because as I think back I have lots and lots of moments like that. There was always a lot of laughter when Mama's family got togther. But heck - with 11 brothers and sisters, then add in their kids - if you don't laugh, you fight. Amish are pacifists so we didn't have much choice.
I remember this one time....it's was in the spring. Everyone was comin' to grandma's and we were getting the table ready. Now in our family dessert was as important as the main course. Grandma made the best pies ever. My favorite? Peanut Butter pie. Not the thick one you get in the south - this is so light with just a hint of peanut butter. I couldn't/can't get enough of it.
Anyway - everyone is helping. Well, almost everyone. I heard Grandma yelling for me. It was always my job to put the glasses out and then put ice in them for everyone. It was time, and Grandma couldn't find me.
For good reason.
I heard the search. I was safe, so I thought. You see, I was under the table.
With a spoon.
And a pie.
I was almost done.
Then she found me.
I know it had to have been a sight - grandma on her knees yellin', tryin' to get a hold of me as I crawled as fast as I could under that long, long table, careful not to drop what was left of the pie, spoon stuck in my mouth. Now, even at 6 I was not a small child. As I was scampering away, looking behind me to make sure I was out of grabbin' range, I made the mistake. One table was lower than the others - I lifted my head, just a bit, to get a better view and WHAM! Knocked myself back when I hit the edge of that table just right.
WHAM! Grandma caught me.
Now, I can't swear to it, because I have never spoken fluent Pensylvania Dutch, but I'm pretty sure my sainted Grandma was cussin' me out. The cousins were all standing there in shock - seein' me get in BIG TROUBLE. The aunts all left the room - I'm sure now it was because they didn't want me to know they were laughing. Mama was mortified.
To this day, I'm the one responsible for bringing the Peanut Butter pie to the dinners. In pennance. And not a family gathering goes by that SOMEONE doesn't mention the one time Grandma blew her stack at the family trouble maker.
So tell me - what is one of your favorite family funnies????
And don't forget about Family Day Monday. Get me those links and stories!!!
Posted by Tammi at September 23, 2006 09:05 AM | TrackBackBack before seatbelts were required, we had an old converted air conditioner transport van that we used to take long trips in. My little brother was sitting crosslegged on the bench and we other two siblings were on the floor of the van. Dad hit the brakes hard in traffic, and little brother launched off the bench, over the heads of us kids, and right into the front of the van.
Now I know this doesn't really sound like the makings of a funny story, but since no one was hurt, it has become a running joke in our family. Any time little brother is in the back seat, someone makes a joke like "Now watch it, because I've got something breakable up here. No flying through the car!"
Gosh, typing that story out makes us seem like a psycho family.
Posted by: Sarah at September 23, 2006 11:09 AMSometime back in the mid-nineties before my Dad had his stroke and both my Mom and Grandmother passed away ('96, and a double whammy in '99 respectively) we were having Easter dinner at my folks house.
My Grandmother and Dad could argue to the death about ANYTHING. On this occasion, while Maranda, my Sister & Bro in law, and my Mom were waiting patiently in the living room for the table to be set to eat (they had told us to stay out of the way) my Gran and Dad started arguing about what spoon to use in the mashed potatoes.
For forty-five minutes.
We sat in that living room with tears coming out of our eyes trying not to laugh out loud as they sparred with each other.
Grandma: "I've been cooking Easter dinner for fifty years and we never use that spoon!"
Dad: "This is my goddamn house, and we'll use whatever spoon I want to!!"
Grandma: "Well maybe I should just let you do everything, then!"
Dad: "Please!"
Bahahaha they kept at it, escalating into a screaming match, until I went into the kitchen and said "I'm going to serve the potatoes with a fork just to piss you off! Let's eat!!" at which point they both turned beet red and we ate without another argument.
Absolutely hilarious. Especially since the damn spoons were almost identical.
Posted by: Graumagus at September 23, 2006 07:25 PM