Archive for November, 2010
My father loved tomatoes, but he was not a gardener by any stretch of the imagination. When we went to the country for our summer holidays, if space would allow, my sister would plant a small vegetable garden and nurse it along all summer until harvest time in the fall.
When we were kids, mom decided we had to get a Saint Bernard dog. He was beautiful, but totally untrained. He was considered to be the runt of the litter because his proportions were not standard. He could never be a show dog, not that we wanted a show dog. We simply wanted a pet. Our dog, Brandy, was a towering seven feet tall when he stood on his hind legs.
When Mom was alive, we had a lot of fun with her, or perhaps I should say that we had fun at her expense. As children, we terrorized our mother. I think the mischief we pulled off would have been easily survivable except for the fact that there were ten of us. Poor mom didn’t know when, or what was coming her way.