Family notes
for June 22, 6/2215
What
fine thing it was, the parent luncheon for
Father’s day. The had restricted family to two members , so Rhoda and Quinta
joined me for this festive meal, and it was nicely done. They even offered
entertainment, a father and daughter, she singing and he playing an electric piano.
They ended up singing some old time stuff. Among that was “Beer Barrel Polka.”
I
remember when that became popular in the
20’s. Every night the taverns on the corner at home blared the tune endlessly,
and Mom, who had the front bedroom, finally slammed the door shut because it
kept her from sleeping..
That was the summer one heard the “Beer
Barrel Polka” everywhere, at the fair, walking down a street, it was endless
and finally unbearable. Roll out the barrel, we’ll have a barrel of fun”
Well, on her way back home Rhoda ran in
rain, so heavy she finally pulled off the highway because she just couldn’t see
because of the heavy rain. But she got home ok.
Rhoda also sent several pictures taken
at the luncheon of the three of us, grinning.
Here, sunny and warm today. The beginning
of the long summer days which we used to look forward to because school was out,
Hurrah. But my mother and father used the time to teach us life lessons, about
hard work, about being dependable, about
sticking to a job till it was well finished etc.
Now then, may your day prove pleasantly
full of things to do, and the satisfaction of doing them well. And May God ever
bless.
Love,
Dad (That
especially likable old curmudgeon)
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