Silver Kilts
Saturday night I played Dutch Blitz with some Hopewell youths.
Sunday I took J&L G to sing at an Alzheimer's home with some other church people. On the way to their place, we got to talking about the public vs personal nonresistance issue, and they invited me in to see what some others thought. And then I stayed so long that EG set my place at the table and I stayed for lunch (no one was at my home, anyway). The G's have a grand sense of humor and we get along nicely. We were talking about wedding colors (I don't remember why), and I declared that I wanted something unique. The color silver came up so I said something about how the men could wear silver plain coats (joking, of course). GG, however, misunderstood me to say "silver kilts." Now, that would be quite the thing! A Mennonite wedding with the men in kilts. I know I said "unique" would be good, but that's a little extreme.
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Dad pulled in Sunday evening, driving my grandma's old Cadillac which she gave to him. The tranny in my Dad's 1984 Bronco II gave out last week; since the transmission would cost more to fix than the vehicle is worth, his California visit was very timely.
He bore home numerous antiques, including a couple "atrocity pictures"* of my ancestors. One of them was a Methodist minister from Bristol, New Hampshire -- my great-great-great-great-grandfather -- who had an Amish-style hair and beard cut. Dad also brought most of my grandma's dolls, an old rocker (from my great-great-grandmother) and a baby buggy. He jokingly suggested that we build an addition on our house to keep the stuff in -- we'd call it the Atrocity Room.
* "Atrocity pictures" = Dad's appellation for old photos of people. Because they stare unsmilingly and are now dead, he is not very keen on them. I don't mean to be disrespectful in my use of the term.
Sunday I took J&L G to sing at an Alzheimer's home with some other church people. On the way to their place, we got to talking about the public vs personal nonresistance issue, and they invited me in to see what some others thought. And then I stayed so long that EG set my place at the table and I stayed for lunch (no one was at my home, anyway). The G's have a grand sense of humor and we get along nicely. We were talking about wedding colors (I don't remember why), and I declared that I wanted something unique. The color silver came up so I said something about how the men could wear silver plain coats (joking, of course). GG, however, misunderstood me to say "silver kilts." Now, that would be quite the thing! A Mennonite wedding with the men in kilts. I know I said "unique" would be good, but that's a little extreme.
Dad pulled in Sunday evening, driving my grandma's old Cadillac which she gave to him. The tranny in my Dad's 1984 Bronco II gave out last week; since the transmission would cost more to fix than the vehicle is worth, his California visit was very timely.
He bore home numerous antiques, including a couple "atrocity pictures"* of my ancestors. One of them was a Methodist minister from Bristol, New Hampshire -- my great-great-great-great-grandfather -- who had an Amish-style hair and beard cut. Dad also brought most of my grandma's dolls, an old rocker (from my great-great-grandmother) and a baby buggy. He jokingly suggested that we build an addition on our house to keep the stuff in -- we'd call it the Atrocity Room.
* "Atrocity pictures" = Dad's appellation for old photos of people. Because they stare unsmilingly and are now dead, he is not very keen on them. I don't mean to be disrespectful in my use of the term.
posted by Claire at 14:03
3 Comments:
Well, if it isn't Steve Schrock!! It's good to have your virtual presence.
Don't you just love old photographs and the stories that go with them? My grandmother has them all over their house, and they're one of the few ways I can extract old stories from her. "This was your great uncle Dutch, he died in a logging accident before your dad was born..." What kind of colors did you have in mind for your wedding?
Anna, I don't know... something kind of classy and substantial... maybe. We'll have to brainstorm together some time.
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