I was completely captivated by a cute little high school sophomore. We had our first date at the end of the previous school year and we continued to date throughout the summer. We both had model 22 rifles, and many times on Sunday afternoons we would drive to one of the many prairie dog settlements located around Vernal to determine who was the best shot.
Prairie Dogs are very inquisitive. When we would first arrive at the their settlement they would quickly dive down into their holes. However, all we had to do was whistle or yell and all the heads would pop up out of their holes to investigate the sound. We could then have target practice shooting at those little heads. I was a good shot and Joan was even better. We both took a shot and there were two dead prairie dogs.
We both looked at each other with very guilty expressions. Without any prompting we both stated that we would never shoot another prairie dog. And we never did.
However we did not stop shooting. We just gathered up all the empty bottles we could find and then drove to the Green River. We would throw these bottles into the river and use the bottles as targets. We felt a lot better about this type of target practice. Joan was still the best shot.
The only car I had available for dating was an old 1935 Ford sedan. I've described that car in a previous blog. Every fender had a serious dent; the hub caps were all missing; the seats were all ragged and worst of all, the roof leaked. The location of the leak was over the drivers head. Wouldn't you know it, during the first date I had with Joan that summer, it started to rain. Joan stayed dry but I was completely wet. I had to return to my home and change clothes. Without any prompting, on all our subsequent dates, Joan would leave her home with an umbrella or a large magazine just in case, we ran into rain.
Grandpa's wife's favorite song.
These are lyrics of a country western song by Jo Stafford
When I was a single girl, I dressed in silks so fine. Now I am a married girl, go ragged all the time.
Wish I was a single girl again.
When I was a single girl, every day was fun. Now I am a married girl, work is never done.
Wish I was a single girl again.
When I was a single girl, I ate cherry pie. Now I am a married girl, and eat corn bread or die.
Wish I was a single girl again.
When I was a single girl, I had shoes of the very best kind. Now I am a married girl, go barefoot all the time.
Wish I was a single girl again.
When I was a single girl, I traveled all around. Now I am a married girl, can't even get to town.
Wish I was a single girl again.
When I was a single girl, used to go to the store and buy. Now I am a married girl, just rock the cradle and cry.
Wish I was a single girl again.
When a fella comes a 'courtin' you, and sits you on his knee, keep your eye upon the sparrow that flits from tree to tree.
And you'll never have to wish, you were a single girl; like me.
Wish I was a single girl again.
Grandpa's all-time favorite joke:
Two elderly couples met as they were out enjoying an evening walk. The man of the first couple said to the second couple: "MY wife and I went out to dinner last night and we thoroughly enjoyed our selves. The food was excellent, the ambience was comfortable and the prices were fair."
The other man asked, "What's the name of the restaurant?
The first man bowed his head, closed his eyes, scratched his head and thought seriously, (he obviously couldn't remember the name. He finally asked, "What's the name of that flower which has such beautiful blossoms and grows on a long stem that has thorns on it?"
The other man said, "Rose?"
The first man said, "That's it! Then turning to his wife said, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?"
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