Last week, my Dad
threatened promised to tell us some stories from his youth, ostensibly in an effort to help other people raise better kids than his. I sure hope that works out for everyone.
In case you missed it, here is a
defense disclaimer comment my dad wrote about his post last week:
This blog stuff is Michelle’s thing and I didn’t really want to do any commenting, but did you guys hear what Michelle wrote? She acts like she didn’t ask me to write this junk down. She did so. continue reading…
Back in September, I was telling my parents how I found a little boy on the side of the road, and my Dad immediately said, “Well, your mother has lost you girls before. More than once.” There was more to that conversation, but I don’t really remember it, because I was pretty much focused on how I found a kid on the side of the road. Apparently, I asked my Dad to write down some of those stories. He did it, so I figure I must have, like numerous other things I’ve done in my life that I can’t remember. (Only this turned out to be to my benefit. I really should start paying more attention.) Anyway, it was a delightful surprise for me, and I’m really excited to introduce to you my very first Guest Blogger – my Dad, Tom.
When our oldest daughter Michelle was over the other night, her mother and I began to recount, as old people do, stories of her and her sister’s misspent youth. The particular story being rehashed was about the time, while on a Christmas shopping trip, her mother lost her younger sister, Rebecca, at the Regency Mall in Richmond. After a lively discussion of all the pertinent facts and details, Michelle suggested that I write the story down and give it to her; whereupon her mother immediately objected. She said that if I did, Michelle would put that stuff on the internet and that the whole world would have access to our closet and all the private stuff that’s in it. Jacque further reasoned that it wouldn’t stop there, that there were other stories that could be told, of which many were true, and that she, herself, had a government job that she had worked very hard to get and that it had a security clearance that needed to be maintained if she were going to be allowed to keep that good job. continue reading…