Hi There, Did you give up on me! What year did you say you needed this information??????
Well, lets see; Mom said something about real pudding, well not chocolate. I also like Pecan Pie, Lemon Meringue, and Coconut Cream and the one that makes me stand out is Fruit Cake. I detest Avocados or anything like unto them, as well as mushrooms, if I can’t tell what it is--- I don’t like it. That rules out most oriental foods and most Mexican Foods not to mention half the other countries.
Birthplace: Born in the American Hospital in Paris, Siene and Osie, France.
Favorite Food: A nice tender WELL DONE Steak, French Fries are high on the list too (almost any kind).
Favorite Color: Blue of course
Favorite things to do: Nothing, until I get bored, then I’ll find something. There is always the Library or the mud room.
Favorite vacation spot: Hawaii-any where, especially the secluded beach, an empty island, the back wood high country (Sacred Falls) if I ever end up in jail in Hawaii it would probably be because I won’t listen to the police and will sneak up to Sacred Falls.
Somewhere that you would like to visit:The Redwoods and the Pacific Ocean. In the Millennium I would like to visit my birthplace, spend a few weeks in Antarctica, Alaska, Brazil, would also like to see the ancient American ruins of Book of Mormon Times. Then of course the Holy Land.
Favorite activity when you were growing up: Hiking, Swimming, Ping-pong, Volleyball, sitting in a hot steam or dry sauna, sitting in a very turbulent whirlpool/Jacuzzi, having a massage, and all the preliminaries of a chiropractor that are designed to relax the body ---but hiking the back woods would have to be my escape, and does more for My soul than almost anything.
Favorite childhood memory:
Don’t really have a favorite child memory, I didn’t remember much. My first memories would be:
-Our car rolling down our driveway and down the hill where we lived in Spanish Fork
-A prowler around Christmas time in the snow, and his foot prints were all around our house-Police caught him.
-Walking to the Fillmore's in Spanish Fork past the Icelandic monument to get milk in metal milk jug.
-Going to some girls Birthday party and very shy, nervous and stressed over it in Spanish Fork.
-Going downtown Spanish Fork for some Fair or carnival during the summer.
-Pulling a girls pigtail on the swing during recess in Sunny Mead Calif. And being sent to Principals Office.
-Going off hiking in the mountains (tiny foot hills) around Sunnymead Calif., exploring abandon mines, chasing rattle snakes and throwing rocks at them.
-Having grenade wars with avocados where I worked during the summers when 10,11, and 12
-Putting in sprinkler systems, driving golf cart, broom scrubbing our a cement reservoir with wire brushes and muratic acid on the ranch where I worked when 10, 11, and 12.
-Our yearly or every other year family vacation trips to Indiana to see the non-member side of the family (Dad’s side) A popular experience each time would be to watch Grandpa light up a cigarette and smoke it about half way and then just put it all in his mouth and chew it up and swallow it. On one such trip I wasn’t a child but between 11 and 13, we put (tied) pull string firecrackers on the outhouse. Little did we know that Grandpa Herman would be the one that nature called, well—he nearly had a heart attack probably had a mild one—it messed him up for a while. All the adults searched the town of Laurel IN until the found us and were we in trouble.
-I hated the vacations, I would always be so self conscience about our big family and piling out at all the gas stations..I didn’t want to be seen with the family.
-I never got the window seat till after Kathy left home.
-I ended my wrestling career in 7th grade when the coach paired me up with a black kid,(I had never been around blacks before—and this one was a slimmy, sweaty one)
-Started chasing girls in Kindergarten, kinda set the pace for my teen age years.
That’s most of my memories prior to turning 13, and yes I remember a bubble over the house in Bellevue, NE to kill the mission cock roaches.
Till Later,
Love you,
Dad
2 comments:
No wonder Dad doesn't like avacado's.. they remind him of grenades! I wouldn't like them then either...well, I don't really care for them either anyway, but would like them less if I had them thrown at me all the time!
Okay, I still am skeptical about the bubble over the house, but other than the bubble and you biking cross country, I didn't know ANY of those childhood memories! And Great-Grandpa was gross! How disgusting! Dad, you really need to write down your personal history, I think there's a lot more to you we'd love to hear. Even if it's just more tid-bits like this. And who would have thought you were embarrassed about your large family now?? And Wrestling? Never would have guessed. Maybe WRASSELING! Please write your history in a book before it's too late, we'd love to have it!
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