Silly Dad

This afternoon I had lunch with my Dad before he heads south for the winter.

Charley and I had dinner over at Dad and Jackies house on Friday night. We played Poking Peg or whatever the game is called, until midnight. What fun we had. Jackie and I won as we did the last time we got together to play. This is hard for the "guys" to let rest....a rematch is set for this Friday night again if they are packed and ready to hit the road.

Lunch was an event of almost three hours and a carafe of wine and a half. Too much! The stories were wonderful as Dad ventured back to when he was a little boy of about 14 yrs old. One of the best stories was that he took Uncle Paul's gun, since Paul was in the service then as he is 7 yrs older and walked about 4 miles to Granny Grandma and Iris' house. Granny had been complaining about how the birds were eating a bite of each cherry and moving on to the next one. They had about 10 trees. Well Dad was very proud that he shot about 20 or so robins and wanted to show Granny...she apparently was very pleased with his work and to show her gratitude made him a robin pot pie! He said she skinned each robin and made a very small individual pie with potatoes and carrots. Said is was yummy! Can you imagine how much meat was from a little robin?

This story didn't surprise me because I explained to him when Sheri and I would stay at Grandma Nugents house in the summer, one afternoon each time we would walk down Maple Way to Granny's and have lunch. Of course, we were given very clear instructions to have the best manners and each ALL the food that was served to us.

Anyway, we had a great time talking and laughing and hopefully I skunk him again at the game Friday!