Mom had a habit of tying her change in a corner of her hanky and when one of the grandchildren were around, she would unwrap the change and hand it to them with a kiss. One day she presented one of the grandsons the coins she had been saving and off he ran with his money burning a hole in his pocket. That evening the guys were sitting around the kitchen table playing poker with their pennys. My nephew approached them and wanted to play. He soon lost all his money and when he complained about losing his money, his uncles told him, "if you can't afford to loose, then you shouldn't bet your money." They thought they had taught him a good lesson. Only, Grandma discovered what had happened and the next thing I knew, she walked into the kitchen, pulled up a chair and said, "deal me in boys". Naturally the guys did not want to take her money and tried to talk her out of the game, but she insisted that if she lost her pennys, she would quit. Well, when she cleaned the guys out of all their change, she got up to walk away and one of the guys stated, "you took all our pennys!" "If you can't afford to loose, then you shouldn't bet your money", was her response. Grandma gave her grandson back his money and while she was tying her bundle of money in her hanky, she told him that he should never gamble.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO LOOSE THEN DON'T BET
I had 5 older brothers who seemed to think it was their duty to play jokes, tease or teach one of the younger kids a lesson.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
THE INDIAN VICTORIO
When I was a kid my Dad would tell us kids all about himself growing up and his family and friends. One of the stories I remember was about an adventure his grandfather and father had in the rugged mountains of New Mexico.
Great Grandpa Vicente was a Teamster (he hauled goods and stock for others from one town to another) and being a widower, he would take his son Crespin with him as soon as he was old enough to help.
One particular trip, they were transporting store goods along with a string of horses and were suddenly surrounded by the notorious Commanche indian, Victorio and his renegades. Vicente was so worried about them taking the horses, in particular, as Vicente not only caught the wild horses but broke and trained them as well and needed the money he would make off of them to survive the year. He thought about the goods he carried and how the town he was delivering them to was so reliant on him, but most of all he worried about his only child and was thinking how he was going to protect him.
As Victorio and his fearful bunch approached Vicente, he had decided that he would fight them all off to protect his young son. He told Crespin what he would have to do to survive this attack. However, all they wanted was to trade for tobacco. Why, Vicente was so relieved that he gave them all the tobacco they wanted and watched them happily go on their way appreciating the great gift they received as was Vicente and Crespin also appreciative of the gift they had recieved.
Great Grandpa Vicente was a Teamster (he hauled goods and stock for others from one town to another) and being a widower, he would take his son Crespin with him as soon as he was old enough to help.
One particular trip, they were transporting store goods along with a string of horses and were suddenly surrounded by the notorious Commanche indian, Victorio and his renegades. Vicente was so worried about them taking the horses, in particular, as Vicente not only caught the wild horses but broke and trained them as well and needed the money he would make off of them to survive the year. He thought about the goods he carried and how the town he was delivering them to was so reliant on him, but most of all he worried about his only child and was thinking how he was going to protect him.
As Victorio and his fearful bunch approached Vicente, he had decided that he would fight them all off to protect his young son. He told Crespin what he would have to do to survive this attack. However, all they wanted was to trade for tobacco. Why, Vicente was so relieved that he gave them all the tobacco they wanted and watched them happily go on their way appreciating the great gift they received as was Vicente and Crespin also appreciative of the gift they had recieved.
DISH NIGHT
Boy, nothing like having someone pressure you to start BLOGGING! But I am here visiting my niece in Los Alamos and she says I have to Blog. I guess that means she is tired of hearing me talk....
She says this is addicting. Great!
Ok. I am 65 and I suppose I should write my stories down before I forget them like my 86 year old sister (whom I am traveling with) has.
Early memories...
I am the youngest of 10 kids. My parents were quite a bit older than me. I use to tell people they were my grandparents, but then everyone started asking my parents what happened to my real parents. So, I stopped that.
Being the youngest child made me sit quietly back and watch the rest of my brothers and sisters make
their mistakes and I would think, "Don't do that."
Every night my 3 older sisters would take turns washing dishes. One of my sisters was always thinking of other things that she had to do instead of doing dishes. On this particular night, she wanted to visit her friend across the street. Even at my early age, I knew she would be in trouble if my dad saw the dishes had not been done. I followed her across the street and reminded her that she needed to do the dishes or Daddy would be really angry. I remembered my sister laughing and telling me Daddy was a pussycat and he would never be angry with her. So, we casually walked back home laughing without a care in the world. My sister started washing the dishes and was. She was drying a cup and throwing it in the air to my amazement that she could throw a cup so high and not drop it. Daddy walks in and yells at my sister about where she had been when she was suppose to be washing dishes earlier. My sister was caught quite by surprise and forgot the cup that was falling through space. What was most astonishing to me was that the cup happened to fall right onto my Daddy's bare foot. That was a real blessing as it turned out because my dad started bouncing around holding onto his foot and forgot why he was yelling at my sister.
She says this is addicting. Great!
Ok. I am 65 and I suppose I should write my stories down before I forget them like my 86 year old sister (whom I am traveling with) has.
Early memories...
I am the youngest of 10 kids. My parents were quite a bit older than me. I use to tell people they were my grandparents, but then everyone started asking my parents what happened to my real parents. So, I stopped that.
Being the youngest child made me sit quietly back and watch the rest of my brothers and sisters make
their mistakes and I would think, "Don't do that."
Every night my 3 older sisters would take turns washing dishes. One of my sisters was always thinking of other things that she had to do instead of doing dishes. On this particular night, she wanted to visit her friend across the street. Even at my early age, I knew she would be in trouble if my dad saw the dishes had not been done. I followed her across the street and reminded her that she needed to do the dishes or Daddy would be really angry. I remembered my sister laughing and telling me Daddy was a pussycat and he would never be angry with her. So, we casually walked back home laughing without a care in the world. My sister started washing the dishes and was. She was drying a cup and throwing it in the air to my amazement that she could throw a cup so high and not drop it. Daddy walks in and yells at my sister about where she had been when she was suppose to be washing dishes earlier. My sister was caught quite by surprise and forgot the cup that was falling through space. What was most astonishing to me was that the cup happened to fall right onto my Daddy's bare foot. That was a real blessing as it turned out because my dad started bouncing around holding onto his foot and forgot why he was yelling at my sister.
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