Spoiled she is!
As dad would say to mum, "Be thankful you don't have to go and bang it on the rocks!"
In winter, to my kid and her friends when leaving the house:
"CLOSE THE FRONT DOOR BEHIND YOUR %(#%^#_%(#)(%^#*&%)#% BUTTOCKS."
(decent version)
"CLOSE THE FRONT DOOR BEHIND YOUR %(#%^#_%(#)(%^#*&%)#% BUTTOCKS."
(decent version)
My dad like to answer back to "Were you raised in a barn?" with "Well yes I was"
He grew up in a city until he was about ten years old and then his parents bought 200 acres outside of town and raised cattle and had a bit of a garden and tree raising.
He pulled enough worms out of cow hides, got them unstuck from fences and watched the sick ones burned with gasoline. Also his mom liked to cook the steaks well done and tough.
He could not really enjoy a steak until he was about 45 or so.
He grew up in a city until he was about ten years old and then his parents bought 200 acres outside of town and raised cattle and had a bit of a garden and tree raising.
He pulled enough worms out of cow hides, got them unstuck from fences and watched the sick ones burned with gasoline. Also his mom liked to cook the steaks well done and tough.
He could not really enjoy a steak until he was about 45 or so.
My dad often used the "were you born in a barn" retort to our typically-casual door closing habits. But the irony was that if he wasn't actually born in a barn it was a very near thing. My dad was born in the building attached to a grain elevator that accomodated the operator... my grandfather... . and his family.
You probably know this one?! The graves of two lovers that had different religions both buried separated but not entirely...
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When my dad explained something to me that I didn't understand, he would always reply: Books could be written about what you don't understand!
Washing your teeth harms them. Limescale buildup protect the gums.
Another one was: A small pot belly is a sign of good health.
This was my late mother, may she RIP. However, she is excused the ignorance, as she did not have access to education.
Another one was: A small pot belly is a sign of good health.
This was my late mother, may she RIP. However, she is excused the ignorance, as she did not have access to education.
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‘I’ve forgotten the things you still have to learn about’
When I was 10 or 11 we’d started talking about science and gravity and it soom came to Newton and he said ‘He had a mind like searchlight’ 😂😂😂
When I was 10 or 11 we’d started talking about science and gravity and it soom came to Newton and he said ‘He had a mind like searchlight’ 😂😂😂
I remember my father saying "this isn't Luna Park you know, turn off the lights".
"If you borrow £1 it will cost you £2.
"Don't spend money you havn't got.
"Are you sure you really need to buy that thing or do you only want it".
"Where I was born and raised Stuart you would never have made it to 10 years. You would have turned your head to the wall and died" - this was delivered in a broad Glaswegian dialect.
In the UK when I was a boy you had Saturday morning cinema for the kids. For the ushers, poor sods they had to deal with a seething mass of gangs from different neighbourhoods, bullies, frightened boys who didn't belong to anywhere in particular but still it was a must to go. So one Saturday when I was 10 or so I asked my dad for money to go to the 'pictures'. He said "and I suppose you'd like some money for some sweeties as well?" Yes said I, answer "well I'm not going to give you any, so think of some ways that you can make money and if you steal I will knock you through the wall. I did think of ways and I didn't steal and that way I learnt the value of money at a young age, I've also never got into debt.
At 14 my father passed his metriculus with flying colours and was offered a job in a lawyers'office but there was no pay. So at 14 with his father dead and his mother dying of cancer he took a job in the stolen land in London. He was called a 'Jock' because he was Scottish, the same way a Welshman was called a 'Taff' or an Irishman a 'Paddy or Mick'. I have a small photo of him with his Border Collie that of course he had to leave behind. He's smiling, though I don't know what he had to smile about - it's one of my most prized possessions and in a fire I would go to save it first. When I die I will be cremated and I want a lot of photos burned with me not thrown onto a dump.
At 16 he applied for a job in the Italian Alps as a commis waiter in a 5* hotel, he got it. On route in Paris he got ripped off by a taxi driver and didn't get to eat for 3 days until he got to Strezza. In 6 months he was speaking fluent Italian and would have stayed but a new maitre'd was a German who had lost 2 brothers bayonetted to death by Scots soldiers in WW1 who made his life intolerable, so he went to work in Lucerne, Switzerland. I have another photo of him and two other lads who climbed a church steeple. The hotel he worked for in Lucerne had a football team and they played the Lucerne second 11 and my father scored the only goal. In the local newspaper he was called le petit swift. He should have stayed in Switzerland and missed WW11. I think he was right, I don't think I would have survived the hardships both physical and mental that he did. I have nothing but admiration for his generation.
His eldest brother Andrew joined the Argyle and Southern Highlanders ( a Protestant regiment) at the outbreak of WW1 and at the finish there were only 4 of his original company (around 200 men) left alive. The same can be said for all the combatants from all the countries involved in that bloodbath. Around Backmut/Ukraine they have trench warfare too, I really hope it doesn't come to anything like the Western Front.
"If you borrow £1 it will cost you £2.
"Don't spend money you havn't got.
"Are you sure you really need to buy that thing or do you only want it".
"Where I was born and raised Stuart you would never have made it to 10 years. You would have turned your head to the wall and died" - this was delivered in a broad Glaswegian dialect.
In the UK when I was a boy you had Saturday morning cinema for the kids. For the ushers, poor sods they had to deal with a seething mass of gangs from different neighbourhoods, bullies, frightened boys who didn't belong to anywhere in particular but still it was a must to go. So one Saturday when I was 10 or so I asked my dad for money to go to the 'pictures'. He said "and I suppose you'd like some money for some sweeties as well?" Yes said I, answer "well I'm not going to give you any, so think of some ways that you can make money and if you steal I will knock you through the wall. I did think of ways and I didn't steal and that way I learnt the value of money at a young age, I've also never got into debt.
At 14 my father passed his metriculus with flying colours and was offered a job in a lawyers'office but there was no pay. So at 14 with his father dead and his mother dying of cancer he took a job in the stolen land in London. He was called a 'Jock' because he was Scottish, the same way a Welshman was called a 'Taff' or an Irishman a 'Paddy or Mick'. I have a small photo of him with his Border Collie that of course he had to leave behind. He's smiling, though I don't know what he had to smile about - it's one of my most prized possessions and in a fire I would go to save it first. When I die I will be cremated and I want a lot of photos burned with me not thrown onto a dump.
At 16 he applied for a job in the Italian Alps as a commis waiter in a 5* hotel, he got it. On route in Paris he got ripped off by a taxi driver and didn't get to eat for 3 days until he got to Strezza. In 6 months he was speaking fluent Italian and would have stayed but a new maitre'd was a German who had lost 2 brothers bayonetted to death by Scots soldiers in WW1 who made his life intolerable, so he went to work in Lucerne, Switzerland. I have another photo of him and two other lads who climbed a church steeple. The hotel he worked for in Lucerne had a football team and they played the Lucerne second 11 and my father scored the only goal. In the local newspaper he was called le petit swift. He should have stayed in Switzerland and missed WW11. I think he was right, I don't think I would have survived the hardships both physical and mental that he did. I have nothing but admiration for his generation.
His eldest brother Andrew joined the Argyle and Southern Highlanders ( a Protestant regiment) at the outbreak of WW1 and at the finish there were only 4 of his original company (around 200 men) left alive. The same can be said for all the combatants from all the countries involved in that bloodbath. Around Backmut/Ukraine they have trench warfare too, I really hope it doesn't come to anything like the Western Front.
I received a lot of wall to wall counseling when I was a kid.
A week after I graduated from high school, I joined the US Marines to get out of my parents house. The Marines sent me to bootcamp right away, the other branches wanted me to wait until the end of summer. Stepfather made it clear when I was about 15 years-old that once I turned 18, I was a guest in his house.
Only good thing that came out of the counseling was that the drill instructors yelled at us, two inches in front of us, hitting my nose with the brim of his cover (DI hat). A couple recruits started crying when this happened. The day it happened to me, I thought it was nothing. The DI was doing it as part of the training. Stepfather meant whatever he was yelling...
I became an avionics tech and went on from there with my life. Stepfather died in 2013. I spread his ashes in the ocean per his request.
Another from the dinner table.
"Your eyes are bigger than your stomach."
If you took more food than you could eat.
In our house dinner time seemed almost sacred and my dad would completely loose it if we were disturbed by a phone call or a knock on the door.
He'd say things like "what's wrong with these stupid rude people?! They should be at home having dinner just like everyone else"
"Your eyes are bigger than your stomach."
If you took more food than you could eat.
In our house dinner time seemed almost sacred and my dad would completely loose it if we were disturbed by a phone call or a knock on the door.
He'd say things like "what's wrong with these stupid rude people?! They should be at home having dinner just like everyone else"
Another one is you get a deadly pulmonitis if you drink cold water when you are hot from physical activity.
"If you eat the carrott you'll able to whistle well!", "If you eat the spinach you'll be strong!"
"Common sense is the least common of the senses" - my Dad, after I would do something stupid
My grandfather gave great marriage advice: "let you wife be the boss, but do whatever you want."
My grandfather gave great marriage advice: "let you wife be the boss, but do whatever you want."
i grew up on a busy street in Minneapolis. whenever we (myself and siblings) got on mom's nerves it was;
Go play in traffic!
Go play in traffic!