'If you see the lightning and hear the thunder, it
missed you,' my Daddy always used to say. HE
didn't need the Weather Channel. Another
one: 'The weather's gonna do what the weather's
gonna do.' No worries. Unless the lightning
hit right outside the window --- 'INCOMING!!,' he'd
scream, ducking under the cannon fusillade
of thunder. 'THAT one,' he'd nervously say, 'was
just a little too close. Did I ever tell
you about the time right after Mom and I
got married?' Mom was in the bathtub and he
was reading the paper in the living room.
BOOM. A strike just outside: Mom discovered she
could fly and Daddy got more than the morning
news when she landed in his lap. That wasn't
the only time: once, him, Mom, and their best friends
were sitting under the willow tree in the
backyard after a cookout. He was telling
Mr. Smith about Chinese firecrackers, how
you'd light the fuse and they'd go SSSSS: went to say
BOOM, and lightning said it for them: right in
the woods. Twin sis and I had been running in
the sprinkler: he didn't know he had cheetahs
for daughters. I am my Daddy's girl ... have had
several close encounters with lightning, myself.
Did I ever tell you about the time I ...
Memories of our fathers are powerful and unto themselves, arne't they? Again your talent for speaking of such personal things and bringing them to us to share, and relate to is top notch. Thanks Karla. I pray this made sense. Had minor sugery todya an dam on pain meds but I am pretty confident I am ok LOL. Did not want to wait and forget to come back and say something. Be well, Kathy
Cute story. I'm glad no one was injured in its production. ;-)
My grandfather once stood near a tree when it was struck. A few days later, his eye was swollen and he was going blind in it. He applied his famous 'grandma's salve--a concoction guaranteed to promote infection--to it. When it came to a head, he popped it and a splinter from the tree popped out. But my story...
I will never forget Daddy's tales; he knew how to make a story come to life! He should have been a storyteller or at least a writer; he could have written a book about his adventures! Great poem, Karla, full of nostalgia and fun! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Rose
Regis
My grandfather once stood near a tree when it was struck. A few days later, his eye was swollen and he was going blind in it. He applied his famous 'grandma's salve--a concoction guaranteed to promote infection--to it. When it came to a head, he popped it and a splinter from the tree popped out. But my story...
Ron
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D