It Sucks Like Grandma's Old Hoover

What Is This Which Sucks Like An Old Hoover?


A possible hurricane on the gulf coast that's what.  I know that when those darn winds and high surges of the gulf water come in, there will be damage.

The Gulf Coast is a favorite place of mine.  A place where I can go and sit on the beach and no one makes fun of me because I sure don't look good in a bathing suit like I used to (because I know no one there).  A place where we have been going regularly for the last twenty years.

A place where I can eat shrimp and oysters until they come out my ears.  And, if I want to eat more, I can and probably will.

A place where I can eat tater nut donuts till I gain 50 pounds because these potato flour donuts are the world's best.

A place where a person can find BBQ that makes your tongue smile.  Or burn if you go to the wrong place.

A place where the sand is pretty white and doesn't make your toes dirty.

But, the coast around Biloxi and Gulfport isn't as pretty as it used to be because another hurricane took away the pretty beach houses and the beautiful old trees.  It now looks barren when those once stood because no one has had time nor the money and most of all the inclination to put it back the way it was.

These are some of the pictures after Katrina  I have several sites which show the total destruction because I was so interested:

http://www.katrinadestruction.com/images/v/biloxi_mississippi/

http://llroberson.com/mskatrina.htm

Sure this hurricane isn't as strong.  It might not hit but they still will get winds and probable damage.  Darn.  There are still oil rigs along the gulf.  Who knows...maybe another oil leak.  Let's hope not.

As I said....this storm sucks like Grandma's old hoover!


Time Marches On

 

1925 Buffalo Springfield Machine used to flatten roads.

 

 

 

 

1946 Ford

 

 

 

 

1967 Pontiac GTO

Love those GTOs

 

 

 



The labor day weekend is coming.  The old town will be hoppin and a smiling because some of her youngins and kinfolk will return to town for the big weekend.

The old Marbold mansion will be having a grand old time at the ice cream social on Sunday.  Loads of people will see the house in the state of being restored.  The grounds are really looking better and I bet by Labor Day weekend the spit and elbow grease will show the improvements which are going on.

Plan on attending.  The car show on Labor Day is noted as one of the leading car shows in the Midwest and it is huge.  The flea market will have lots of fleas.  And, the school alumni dinner on September 1 is sure to bring old classmates and school friends together.  Greenview at its best.  Smilin and grinning!



I think I'd rather see wind turbines!

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"Sticks in My Craw"

My craw must be full of sticks.

For so many years I've heard the old phrase "sticks in ones craw or "sticks in my craw".  First of all, I didn't even know I had a craw.  So, to find out where my craw was,  I did an anatomy google search.  Birds have craws, and then it says an animal's stomach.  I got a little worried when I typed in the search on google as it kept changing my word craw to crab.  No I didn't want to know if humans have crabs, I wanted to know if humans have a craw.

Yes, I know Mr. Googleman, I know humans can have crabs and humans can also eat crabs (the right kind of course) but I assume that I need a craw to eat a crab or anything else for that matter.   Mr. Googleman (or if it Mrs. Googlewoman I wonder) is my craw in my throat?  But did he answer me?  NO NO NO.  What came up was the word crop and then it went on to explain that a crop was also called a coup or a craw but geeze Mr. Googleman was talking about a stomach where food was stored before digestion and then said like an earthworm, bird, leeches.  For some reason I really don't think I got an answer from Mr. or Mrs. Google person.  Dang it!!!  I really wanted to know where my craw was.

From now on anytime I hear someone say it sticks in their craw, I'm going to picture a big old earthworm, fat and dirty and creepy crawly, dropping food into their craw.  I know that what the person really means is something is bothering the person who doesn't have a craw, and that situation is very annoying and it really ticks off the person who doesn't really have a craw. 

My deduction of the situation is that I really don't have a craw until I say "something sticks in my craw", then I must have a craw and it must be full as heck because a lot of things annoy the heck out of me, including lots of people, stupid drivers, high gas prices, my utility bills, and the list goes on but I forgot one important thing that really bothers me, and that's a person who uses long sentences with no break, like this one.  The former sentence really sticks in my craw.  You be the judge.  Annoying isn't it?

 

This is a 1935 picture of the Illinois State Fairgrounds Coliseum.

This was the site of the Republican Convention starting on

June 8, 1935. 

 

 

 

South 5th Street Streetcar, Springfield.

Unknown date but I would guess the 1930's

 

 

 

The following is documentation of particular incidences in Springfield, IL area history.

 

 

April  1917 - An earthquake of moderate intensity occurred at 2:58 p.m. on the 9th of April.  It was felt as a series of rather rapid oscillations in a direction from east to west and lasting about one second each.  Reports indicate that shocks occurred at most Central and Southern Illinois locations.  No damage was done.  Instances were reported of houses jarring violently, people being frightened, telephone bells ringing and shutters on switchboards being jarred open by the vibrations.  At some of the fire stations in Springfield, the men were roused from bed by the "rocking of the beds".  (This was from an earthquake centered at Desota, Missouri and was rated as a category VI on the modified Mercali Intensity Scale - which would be between 5.0 and 5.9 on the Richter Scale.

 

January 1918 - One of the most serious traffic damaging conditions on record occurred the 10th - 14th.  With an accumulated depth of 9.5 inches on ground, snow began falling at 7:45 on the 10th, and by 8:00 am of the 11th it was being driven by a brisk northwest wind, increasing, and accompanied by rapidly falling temperature. The snowfall ended at 5:20 pm amounting to 5.4 inches: but a strong wind continuing caused the light and fluffy snow to drift badly until late of the night on the 12th, although there have been deeper individual drifts in previous storms.  By 3:00 am on the 12th the temperature had fallen to 20 degrees below zero, breaking all former minimum records for January with the exception of that month in1884.

 

"During the day (11th) traffic was considerably hampered, and from Friday night (11th) until Sunday evening (13th) was entirely suspended with the exception of the Illinois Traction System, which maintained occasional service to Decatur and Elkhart. By Sunday evening (13th), all railroads except the C&A managed to operate one or two trains two and from Springfield. No train entered or left the city from Friday night (11) until Monday morning (14th) on the C&A, and their Peoria Division was not in operation until Thursday the 17th. City traffic, in general, was badly demoralized and street car service seriously impaired. Considerable difficulty was experienced Friday, and on Saturday conditions were still worse: three lines not operating, and all cars taken off at 7:00 p.m. Partial service was resumed Sunday. The entire Second Street line, however, was not operated from Friday until Sunday evening.

 

"The unusual combination of deep and drifting snow with high wind and extremely low temperatures produced a condition unprecedented in years. During the night of the 13th, 1.7 inches more of snow fell, making a total accumulated depth of 16.3 inches, which is the greatest depth of snow on ground ever recorded.
 

Quote For The Day

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.

Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.

Just walk beside me and be my friend.

--Albert Camus

 

 

I saw the following the other day and about laughed my socks off.  Each day we need to laugh a whole bunch just to ward of the evils of the day.  Enjoy!

 

"A couple was going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first and his wife was to meet him there the next day.

 

When he reached his hotel,  he decided to send his wife a quick email.

 

Unfortunately, when he typed her email address, he mistyped a letter and his email was delivered instead to an elderly preacher's wife whose husband had passed away the day before.

 

When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

 

At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the monitor screen:

 

Dearest Wife,

Just got checked in.  Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow. 

 

p.s.  Sure is hot down here.

 

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Does the term "My Bad" irratate you?

WHAT A COP OUT THIS PHRASE IS!

I detest hearing someone saying "My bad" and especially if that person is older than a teenager.  To me it means the person knows they did or said something wrong but they sure aren't apologizing for doing/saying it.  Is this ghetto speak or what?  Or maybe another slang term like "baby daddy".   I sure would hate to hear a professional say this!

I also think it's usually said in a rather condescending tone which makes it even worse.  To me its not sincere at all.  What's wrong with saying "oops I made a mistake" or "sorry about that".  Either of those is much better and these not only states a mistake was made but apologizes about the mistake. When someone says it to me or around me,  I have upon occasion immediately asked "your bad what  --  bad attitude, bad mistake, bad day, bad language, bad what??" 

Each time I hear it I picture in my mind a naughty but haughty snotty nosed child saying the words.  Even if it actually is an adult I still picture the snot nosed child.

If they don't want to come out and say they made a mistake maybe it would be better if they spoke in Italian to say they made a mistake and say "mea culpa".  That way most people wouldn't know the person is admitting to a mistake.  But saying "me bad" just doesn't get it in my book!   Maybe I shouldn't even care but maybe I'm getting more sensitive about our American language in my old age.   Hard nosed aren't I.?!?! And, that's coming from the trailer park trash humor queen!


Random old pictures/things in Illinois

 

Union Pacific High Speed Streamliner in 1934 in Chicago.

This was a three car unit on this.

 

 

 

 

1940's Chicago La Salle Station

Streamlined Steam Engine between Chicago and New York City

 

 

 

 

 

B & O railroad.  Streamlined engine 1949 at the Rail Fair in

Chicago.

 

 

 

 

 

Original Menard county courthouse.

 

 

 

 

Lincoln Illinois Spiegel store downtown

 

 

Quote For The Day

 

Don't cry because it's over,

smile because it happened.

--Dr. Seuss

 

 

There are some best lines in movies which will never be forgotten.  Of course there were some that should have been forgotten because they were just horrible.

 

 

Some of my most favorite movie lines are:

 

***  Listen to me mister.  You're my knight in shining armour.  Don't you forget it.  You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight and away we're gonna go, go, go.     From: On Golden Pond

 

*** Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.   From:  Gone With The Wind

 

*** Love means not ever having to say I'm sorry.

From:  Love Story

 

***  Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.  From:  The Godfather Part II 

 

 

 

 

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People Watching

My new pastime is people watching.  This week I had the occasion to spend hours sitting at the hospital during a family surgery.  People watching became the best thing I could find to do.

I watched old people.  I watched young people.  I watched medical personnel.  I watched strange people.  I watched sane people.  I watched what might be insane people.  I watched anyone who crossed my path.

First I will tell you about one of the old people I watched.  There was this little old man in the surgery waiting room.  He scratched so I figured he either had dry skin or bedbugs.  When he moved closer, I moved farther away.  I also had another reason to move when he did.  Before I started fixing him in my sights, he was sitting behind me.  All at once he farted and it was a huge old noisy fart.   It popped and brrrrrr'd and was a ripper, with a hallow and windy sound.  Had it been one of those diarrhea days for this old fart blower, his pants would have been full.

After moving far away, I stared at his face.  All at once this old farter moved his hand to his nose.  Oh no....he picked his nose.  Right in public and in front of God and everyone.  He looked at the result and wiped it on his pants.  Believe me I made sure I never sat in the chair he had been in.  Farts and snot just don't do it for me.

Then came the middle aged woman with dyed red hair done in a 1960's teased and high profile hair do.  She must have itched her head 125 times in an hour.  She would reach up and scratch and then scratch a second time.  I bet she had either cooties or dandruff.  Her fingernails were long and red so I bet with all the scratching, she had to have either a bunch of cooties under her nails or at best a shovel full of dandruff under her long red nails.

The young people were the best.  They came in with their pants hanging below their butts and plainly showed the top of their butt cracks.  There was one group of three boys who were the worst.  Their hair was greasy and long and all boys had pimples on their faces.  Big old juicy pimples with white heads on the pimples which looked like they would pop anytime.  Oh goody, I'm about to be shot across the room with a pimple pop.  How delightful is that!?!  (#%&**$%!!)  So I moved to the right a couple chairs down to avoid the direct contact when those pimples decided they had been in those faces long enough.  The young girls weren't quite so bad.  They just giggled and laughed and got up a lot to go to the restroom and I swear they were flirting with those young pimple faced boys.  ICKY!

One of the other groups of people were the medical people.  The doctors came in with their surgical scrubs still on.  Some still had their blue dust caps on their heads and their feet encased in blue dust catcher covers.  Once they hit the slick hallway, they kind of slid down the hallways rather than stepping cleanly.  A couple of doctors looked like they hadn't slept for a week or maybe they had a few too many drinks the night before and actually had a hangover.  Their eyes were bloodshot, but I will give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they had a tough day cutting and sewing a few bodies.  They stood talking to their patients' family in the middle of the room with about a hundred other totally non-related persons within earshot.  What ever happened to patient privacy????  I heard so many doctor reports, I began to feel I was a part of the other "waiting people's" families.

There I sat for hours.  I wandered how many people were doing what I was doing and were actually watching me.  I didn't fart.  I didn't scratch my head.  I didn't pick my nose. I had my pants covering my butt crack.  My hair was clean and sprayed so it didn't move.  And thank goodness I didn't have any pimples ready to pop.

I sat quietly, reading sometimes, on the computers at other times, snoozing a bit, drinking my coffee or water, eating my candy bar.  But.......I bet every time I moved to a different chair, the other people watchers in the room, probably thought I was a bit weird, because they didn't hear the farts, and see the cracks, nor the pimples so they just didn't know I really had a reason to move.

I certainly hope there isn't a next time for me to sit and wait for hours in a medical facility, but if there is, I'm going to take my camera for prosperity.  I bet I could make some money taking videos of the kinds of people I saw in that waiting area.  Yep, I will.  So watch what you're doing, because I could be sitting around the corner from you.  And I might take your picture or a video. Or at least laugh at your antics.

Old Timer Birthday
For those of you who know and remember Gerald (Stitch") Ishmael, he will be turning 100 on August 20th.  An open house will be held at the Greenview Country Hills Golf Course on August 19th from 2 to 4 pm.  I saw Stitch a few months ago and he is still sharp and knew exactly who I was.  Stop by and wish him a Happy Birthday. I know he will love to hear from you.


We have rain Houston.  Yessir it's raining now on this Thursday afternoon.  The grass is already beginning to green up and I swear has grown at least an inch or two within the last hour.

It probably is way too late for the crops.  Most corn fields look completely dry and ready to harvest with tiny little corn cobs hanging off the stocks, and a lot of stocks bare of corn cobs.  It just wasn't a good year.

Here's to a good rain so we can at least replenish the water wells in the area and so that people can at least feel better.

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Skunk Stink

Phewee .... Skunk Smells Stink

When you smell a skunk, it always smells the same....that's
Deja Phew for sure.

For a long time, I didn't know there were different kinds of skunks.  Yessiree there are about 10 different kinds but I can only remember two or three - striped skunk, the hog-nosed skunk and the hooded skunk.  But they all stink!

I remember one time having a honeybee hive/nest in the yard.  Who should come over but Mr. Skunk.  He sneaks up to the bee hive/nest and puts his paws in it.  I have always wondered if those dang bees stung him (they sure did hubby when he was mowing and got close).  Or, maybe he sprayed them and they were so mesmerized by Mr. Skunk's smell, or, they were all so sick from the smell that the honeybees were busy puking, that they weren't even in sting mode.

He was eating those honeybees by the handful.  He was like scratching around the front of the hive/nest.  Several bees would come out and he grabbed them.  Mr. Skunk was there at the hive for a long time and then he just wandered away.  I guess with his belly full....I sure wasn't going to get close enough to ask him if his belly was full.

There have been times when old Mr. Skunk has gotten mad or scared of something in the yard and POW....his old stink spray was in the air.  It's never hit but I do keep a large bottle of hydrogen peroxide around so that I can make a Skunk DeStink for whomever is the victim...dog or human.  (1 quart hydrogen peroxide, 1/4 cup baking soda, 1 tablespoons liquid Dawn dish detergent - keep away from face....put it on work it in, and leave on for 10 minutes and rinse and maybe have to do it again)

I think Old Mr. Skunk is a pretty creature but believe me I will retreat quickly and quietly - much haste.  I don't want to be the victim of stinky spray. 

Recent Death
Some of you may have known John Wood from years ago.  He was from Petersburg but in later years lived in Greenview down by the cemetery in the redwood type house.  He later married a local girl and they moved to Petersburg.  John, unfortunately had a really bad heart and was waiting for a heart transplant but wasn't able to hold on.  He died last Wednesday, August 1 at Barnes Hospital in St. Louis.  His funeral was this week.   John was a very nice guy and will be remembered fondly by many.   Rest in peace John.

Upcoming Festivities

Plan to attend the Labor Day Weekend festivities in Greenview.  There will be an ice cream social (9-2-12) , tours on the Stier Trolley, Marbold festivities, car show, flea market, traditional Labor Day parade, good food, and good fun.


Community Facts

Did you know that Greenview is 104 miles north of St. Louis?

Did you know that 59% of adults in Greenview are married?

The following is the most surprising fact I found....Residents gave more to the Democratic party than any of the others.

75% of the housing units in Greenview are owner-occupied.

Population in 2010 was 778.  (9.7% loss since 2000)

Ancestries:  33.9% German; 17.3 United States; 11% English;
9.5% Irish; 2.8% French; 2.6% Scottish

Most common last names in Greenview among deceased individuals:   1) Miller, 2) Johnson, 3) Weidhuner, 4) Schurman,
 5) Montgomery, 6) Hudspeth, 7) Simmering, 8) Davis, 9) Davison,
10) Cooper

Greenview is #74 on a list of top 101 cities with the largest percentage of males in occupations "Financial Specialists".
(WOW!!!! #74?!?)  (Almost impressive as Menard County Illinois having one of the highest median property tax rates in the United States and ranks 360th of the 3145 counties in order of average taxes)

Quote For The Day

Every man dies.  Not every man really lives.

--William Wallace



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Is it Dessert or Desert?

Dessert....Desert....Dessert....Desert...Dessert

One of these is exercising your elbow frequently by lifting your spoon to your mouth and putting a bite of some frilly, high calorie and fattening food in your mouth (and gaining weight of course).

The other is somewhere out in the sand, where it's unbearably hot (kind of like Illinois has been lately), where the cactus grow higher than a house and have prickly thorns the size of a pencil and also a place where rattlers roam like deer on the plains.  And these dang rattlers are so big, they could swallow a person whole...that is if rattlers really ate people instead of just biting them with their horrible venomous fangs.

Ok...now that I have described the above two words (ie:  Dessert/Desert), I'm still at a loss as to which is which.  Does anyone else have this problem?  I think these two words are the only two which really give me problems. 

Due to this I have to come up with a way to remember which is which.  Kind of like several of my grade school teachers came up with ideas on how to remember things and how to remember how to spell words (ie A R(rat) I (in) T (the) H (house) M (might) E (eat) T (the) I (ice) C (cream).....arithmetic.  Or maybe how to remember the nine (at the time) planets.....My Very Eager Mother Just Served Us Nine Pickles.  How did we know that Pluto would disappear into the non-planet world.  I still would teach a person this way to remember the planets and just teach that the pickles/Pluto failed to come out of the jar so drop it when you remember the Nine minus One planets.

So back to Dessert and Desert.  I think I finally have discovered a way I can remember which is which.  I think this will work... it's maybe not too good of a way and not traditional, but what the heck .... if it works, it works.  I'm going to remember that Dessert has an extra "S".  And this is how I'm going to remember that:

Desserts have lots of sugar and sugar makes me have diarrhea which is actually sh*t.  Sh*t begins with "S" and diarrhea is extra "sh*t" just like having an extra "s" in the word Dessert.....it's something you don't really need but sometimes have to have.  So there....now I know how to remember the difference between the hot place in the sand and the sugary sweet that I love to eat and shouldn't.  It's the "s"h*t that makes the difference.


Things I Remember About Greenview 1950-1960's

Ice Cream cones at Emma's Corner Cafe and some had a slip of paper int he bottom of the cone.

The old post office had the really neat dark wood and the marble on the floor and the cool post ornate post office boxes which required a Philadelphia lawyer to get them open with the combination.

Remember it being hot in the tunnel from the old grade school to the grade school gymnasium....and scary too.

The old pool hall smelled smokey and dirty and was there a staircase by the left side of the pool hall that went to an upstairs place?

Roedemer's Department store had a lot of merchandise and you could find just about anything you needed.  Maybe not what you wanted but stuff that was necessary.

The old locker plant front entrance had an icky smell that was kind of like old spoiled meat.

I remember the old white fire department water tanker truck.

The Presbyterian Church had a sandbox for us little kids in the back room to the east of the seats (by church office).

The Presbyterian Church once had a Halloween party where the organizers made us go into these little curtained off spaces and feel the veins (spaghetti) and eye balls (peeled grapes) but I thought they were real at the time.

At Halloween, when you went to a person's house they tried to guess who you were.  And most of the time, they knew us....everyone knew everyone in town back then.

I remember the dirt floor in Les McKee's store.  But the bologna was good there.

I remember Gerald McKee blowing spit bubbles as he sat in the park each day.  I don't think he ever worked.

I remember when Johnson & Denton had hand dipped ice cream in their store.  And those cute little iron and wood tables and chairs to sit at.

I remember my mama getting a "poodle" permanent at Blanche's uptown beauty shop.

I remember my mom having a boucle material coat and my dad having a suede long jacket  (and a hat) which they wore when they went out.


Quote For The Day

I have always been regretting that

I was not as wise as the day I was born.

--Henry David Thoreau

Did you ever feel that pulling yourself out of bed in the morning is kind of like being in quicksand?

It seems to me that each day of being one day older makes it harder and harder to rise out of bed with a quickstep.

My quickstep is worn out I think, so from now on, I think I will just stay in bed. 

So if you don't see me around, don't call, don't yell, don't send me a message....I will be lying down in my bed....with a worn out quickstep.

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Hubbubbubboo

Hubbubbubboo and Hibbibbibboo and Fillillilloo


By now you're wondering what language I'm speaking.  English of course.  Yes at least the hubbubbubboo is a word.  These words may not be not common but can be and are used in songs and books.

The hubbubbubboo is noted as the smallest word with four sets of double letters.  What a mouthful.  But it is fun to yell when you're mad.  I remember yelling this at my kids years ago and they thought I had flipped my lid or maybe thought the aliens had captured me and taught me a new language.

If I remember right it's some kind of Irish war cry. 

There is always room to use words which make your tongue stumble and do cartwheels.  And these words do that.  I think it's the double letters. 

If you think about it, we have a lot of double letter words.  My most favorite word with two sets of double letters is "woollens".  I just think it's a cool word.

Today is another day, so try to use the above words in some form of conversation that you might have today.  The other person in the conversation will most likely show shock and wonder, but who cares!  We all need a laugh to the day!  It keeps the doctor away!


Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln.  Noted as his most

favorite photo and was used in his 1858 campaign for

the senate.

Abraham Lincoln photo taken on April 10, 1865 which was less than one week before his death.  He was shot on

 April 14 at about 10:15 pm and died the

 next  morning, April 15, 1865 at 7:22 am.

Abraham Lincoln, November 8, 1863, with his private secretaries,

John Nicolay on  the left and John Hay on the right.

Abraham Lincoln at his Springfield, Illinois home

with Tad, Robert and Willie 1860.

Abraham Lincoln, 1865, reading to his son Tad.

Tad (Thomas) died in 1871 at the age of 18 from heart failure.

Quote For The Day

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.

--Mae West

The other day I was thinking about the older age people in our town who used to have stag parties.  They didn't seem to need a reason, but did it for fun. 

One of the implement dealers had these stag parties frequently.  And, my dad used to have these pretty often too.  Food and beer was the main party theme and poker with some pretty high stakes was the second most important thing to do.

I remember at one party my dad was having, he was serving calf Rocky Mountain Oysters.  I must explain that I was of an age that I didn't know much about these Rocky Mountain Oysters, but knowing that I loved french fried oysters, I was dying to eat my fill of these scrumptious things.

When my dad left the house to get started cooking, the potato salad wasn't done.  So when it was done, I was selected to carefully put it in my bike basket and take it to the house where the party was being held.  I put the ice in my side baskets and away I pedalled...as fast as I could go so I could maybe get some of those oysters before they were gone.    I got the potato salad there along with the ice to keep it cold.  Dad was cooking and had this big pile of these giant oysters.  Wow these sure were the biggest french fried oysters I'd ever seen.  But since he said these were Rocky Mountain Oysters, I figured those Rocky Mountains were big so the oysters there must grow to get really big!!

I took a big piece of bread and put an oyster and proceeded to eat one of my most favorite foods....french fried oysters.  WHAT???!!  This didn't taste like an oyster to me.  It tasted like the hind end of a dog smells.  I couldn't eat it.  And of course my dad was laughing but didn't explain anything about that icky taste to me until later.

I learned a lesson that day ....that lesson being that the name of something doesn't always mean it's the real thing.  Life is not always real....but that day that dog butt taste was real....and awful!

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