The Manager, Lurlene, and I were driving together toward a long
summer weekend at Nurse and Zeb’s.
Whenever we’ve gone there, the house is crowded, and the crowd is
chaotic and fun. Nurse puts up with a
lot from us, and is always gracious. The
weather there reminds me of the weather in the Buffalo area where I’m
from: glorious, cool summers, long,
snowy winters, and plenty of wind.
On our way there, we stopped at my mother’s and
stepfather’s. Lurlene was impressed (as
is everyone) with my stepfather’s carved working wooden locks modeled after old
antique locks. Each one has a spring
mechanism, and a key (which he also carved) that opens the lock.
My mother’s four cats, two of whom stayed hidden, and two of whom
were happy to see company, were topics of conversation, as was Busser and his
“friend” Jimmy the stuffed monkey (about whom we need say nothing further).
My mother’s paintings, the subjects of which include her cats,
were also on display. The detail she
painstakingly includes in her animal and human portraits is rare. When I see a pet portrait from someone else,
it usually looks hastily drawn in comparison.
In her teens in Buffalo, my mother was a student of Laszlo Szabo, an
artist who almost never took on teenagers as students. When her money for lessons ran out, he
offered to continue teaching her for free.
She declined (she felt she should pay for the lessons), and now regrets
not having continued her artistic training.
Others on the Sicilian side of her family have had renowned artistic
careers.
After we left, we had a bite to eat at the Pink Cadillac and took
photos posing with Humpty. Then, on to
Nurse and Zeb’s and our crazy weekend of fun.
As we got back on the interstate, we passed a field with what
appeared to be a lot of small cattle. I
said, “Maybe they’re miniature cows!” My
mother lives near a large Horse Center and I once went to a miniature horse
show there. They’re so cute; it would be
fun to have one in the backyard... if I had a backyard. So I figured, if there could be miniature
horses, then why not miniature cows?
Well, Lurlene could not believe what she had heard. She made fun of me all weekend, believing I
had displayed a truly scatter-brained moment... which I have been known to
do. (Once, when I was in high school,
there was a fly on my bedroom window. I
wanted to kill the fly and thought it would be perfectly reasonable to hit with
a book... on the window! It didn’t occur
to me until afterward that the window would break.) Miniature cows! Who ever heard of such a thing!
Now, keep in mind that this was before the days when everyone
takes the internet with them everywhere they go. So there was no way to prove it while we were
there. But when we got back home, I
looked it up on the internet and discovered that there are indeed miniature
cows, and they are especially prevalent in Virginia and North Carolina. I couldn’t wait to tell Lurlene! Someone ended up eating crow... oops, I mean
eating petite filet mignon, and it wasn’t me!
Happy Birthday,
Paul
Yes...I do remember that...you were reading your mail that you had collected for seven months in large trash bags...and I thought...the man has indeed lost his miniature mind. But knowing of his superior intellect and humble nature...I found it most joyful to taunt him all weekend. Since then I have gifted him with a miniature giraffe and donkey. My own way of saying...well...perhaps there is something to this being "Miss Informed". Thank you so much for the memory of that ride...your parents house near Possum Holler...and other Boonesque events!!
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