Keeping it all in the Family .......

Family Memories

How that Father of mine could begin drinking beer at seven thirty in the morning was beyond me ! But whenever he would be that much in need of a beer buzz so early in the morning, you just knew you were going to be in for an exiting day ......And it was after all , Saturday . Now , he was a red headed of Scotch -Irish decent , my aunt Marge and my uncle "Stonewall" Jackson were whiskey drinkers and lounge singers long. long before karaoke, I knew the moment I entered our house and saw them all there "for the weekend ".......well lets just say ,that tonights the night to party .


Uncle Jack was a quiet and intense kind of guy , another old Scottsman , quite grumpy in general [when sober ], but one heck of a work horse ! He worked all day delivering lumber , loading and un-loading by hand from the back of trucks for a sawmill company And yet , whenever he came home from work with a bottle of Black Velvet whiskey , wrapped in a brown paper bag .......well , let's just say rumors would begin to buzz in the background , " tonight , Uncle Jacks turning it loose .

And aunt Marge , she was a tough as a barrel of case hardened railroad spikes , she could dance a jig like no one else , especially after she'd had a couple of "nightcaps "..... and the worse part was this ...............she was a groper , and one of the most famous female bear huggers in the New England colonies . if you were to enter the room at the wrong time she would instantly focus directly on her teenage nephew, [me ] and begin to grab ,fondle and generally molest you like a kissing cousin from a lost world of giants .

But hey .....after all , it was Saturday night ! And Saturday nights were special in our house . My mother would be busying herself with avoiding my uncles slow waltzing serenades , he liked to sing , especially the songs of his favorite singer .........the Canadian , "Englebert Humperdinck "
I can see him now twirling my mother in a waltz singing "Please release me , Let me go , for I don't love you anymore "..........Black Velvet spilling from his glass , stumbling around the dining room , my Father mumbling about old war stories , my aunt trying to get me to dance with her .......ah the memories ............my father said he met my uncle jack as my father was playing guitar and a harmonica at a barn dance . Uncle Jack walked up to him took his bottle of whiskey , downed half of it and passed out cold on the sawdust floor .

I must say , we had a very unusual family , a big one too ! And these parties were always there , Ahh the good ole days ! I remember them waltzing in the dining room , screeches of delight [or anger ] from my Mother , my Father mumbling about the good old days , and everyone talking at once about the old memories of those near forgotten barn dances , stories of old working ,logging camps , long winters and longer summers . growing up on farms , and me and my brothers hanging out with my cousins in the back ground ........ kissing cousins too , in the shadow of these get togethers !

Next : a story about my cousin Konnie the greatest kisser in New England ! LOL........

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Just Ask Susan 3 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Fun and interesting read. My dad who was Irish/French decent would get together with my uncle who was from Scotland. Those two would pound back the Johnnie Walker like there was no tomorrow.

I'm looking forward to reading about your "Kissing Cousin" :)


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billybuc 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

Interesting read for sure. My family were not big drinkers...I was the one who should have stopped very early on. :) No fun memories about my drinking.


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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Your family memories are very lively and entertaining. Delightful read.

I am also looking forward to reading about your kissing cousin!

Voted up +++ and sharing

Blessings, Faith Reaper


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Ericdierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Perfect perspective. I liked it a lot. I think I called it awesome. There is always time to look down our noses, but there we miss the finest roses.


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phdast7 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Hi Ed - I think this is the first time I have read any of your prose. Nice. Families are all different, but they are all alike. :) Theresa


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Becky Katz 3 years ago from Hereford, AZ

I think we all had 'fun' relatives. One of mine was Uncle Zack. He just drank beer but he would be funny as heck around the campfire. I think he got to reminiscing and just started being funny. His stories would have us falling on the ground laughing.


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jandee 3 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

Enjoyed the read thanks,

jandee


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

Interesting family..I bet they had more fun than anyone, now about Konnie, sounds like a good tale coming up..Yea..


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

I love your clever reference to 'Scotch-Irish' - as a Scottish person he loved his Scotch too much. A great and funny story.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Just delightful. Colorful family indeed. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed.


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Cantuhearmescream 3 years ago from New York

So that's where you get part of your colorfulness from Ed! What a family! I haven't heard Englebert Humperdinck in forever! What a story, very entertaining, as are you!

Hugs,

Cat

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