Dall hits a home run

Dal hits a home run

A year ago I was watching a T.V. commercial with one eye open, half way paying attention.  This guy gave a girl some flowers for some reason or other.  She got a syrupy look on her face.  He had a grin.  The ad showed them fading away.  At the last moment, he turned around and winked.  I thought it was a silly ad but then realized that Connie and I had a 50^th wedding celebration to go to on Saturday night and I had not as yet arranged for flowers

Quick as a cat, I did what any man would do in the same situation.  (Order flowers?  You gotta be kidding).  I called my daughter, Tammie, to do the deed.  I told her what Connie would be wearing. (A pale off-white dress with a black “floral” design and a cutaway yellow sweater).  Tammie ordered a white rose corsage surrounded by baby’s breath flowers.

When they were delivered Saturday afternoon Connie was surprised, yea shocked, that I would remember to get her flowers.  I acted shocked that she was shocked.  Then she reminded me that the only other times that I had bought her flowers was when the kids were born and that would have made the last time in November of 1968.  Why is it that women have such a keen memory about flowers?

Saturday evening we rode down to the clubhouse in style in my golf cart.  (High heels you know) No, not on me, on Connie.  We were seated by our own private hostess.  Later, after a prayer and the usual song by an over the hill singer, we had our premarital histories read to the audience.  We had been subjected to a two hour interview a week or so ago so I had the chance to slip in quite a few lies.  Of the four couples honored, ours got the most applause and laughs.  After the “history” we were given a chance to say a few words.  Connie thanked everyone for putting on such a nice event and commented on several different things about the evening.  When it was my turn, I just said that I echoed Connie’s feelings and after fifty years, knew better than to add anything

It really was a fun event.

Dal

Places and things

Recently I received an e-mail asking about things I have done, seen, and experienced.  I decided to make my own list and see how many people can relate.  Here is my list.

Born at home in a borrowed bed on a national holiday

Used an outdoor John on a regular basis.

Kicked over a chamber pot while fighting with my brother

Spent several years being educated in a one room country school

Getting a bath in a galvanized wash tub in the same water used to bathe my brother.

Sat around a pot bellied stove to keep warm

Thought that hot water only came from a teakettle.

Watched my mother cook on a woodstove.

Brought water in the house from an outside pump.

Used a common dipper to drink that water.

Milked a goat.

Painted a barn roof.

Painted that same barn

Hauled manure

Harnessed a horse

Baled hay

Goosed a peacock

Joined the Army

Went to Juarez Mexico and drank tequila.

Watched a bullfight.

Went to a “house of ill fame” and ran out the door after realizing it wasn’t just a bar.

Never used a cell phone.

Owned three motorcycles.

Met the best girl in the world, married her, and stayed with her over 50 years.

Know a felow that is 104 years old.

Been spit at.

Never knew my grandparents.

Worked for the same company for over 40 years.

Retired at 59

Own a tricked out golf cart.

Restored seven tractors

Created a starting system for crank type tractors

Smashed the same thumb two years in a row.

Raised two kids that both have good jobs.

Experienced many other uninteresting things