Mike and Merrie Reminisce
Merrie, I guess, didn't want to be outdone by her 'rents, so she sent me a little e-mail:
Thanks for writing!
Apes
auntie april, mama go change robin stinky pants, attic guy look at pictures with merrie! merrie and attic guy see farley pictures, merrie ask how big was farley. attic guy hold up his hand hi, say this hi. merrie say no way, and attic guy say he was that big to attic guy. silly attic guy. april, merrie want a farley. love, merrieWell, Merrie, I wish U cd have a Farley, but there's only been one, he was unique.
Thanks for writing!
Apes
Labels: gratuitous reminiscing, Merrie, Mike
posted by April Patterson @ 6:04 AM
6 Comments:
At 7:47 AM,
duncan anderson said…
Hey, Apes, wasnt Farley abt the same size as Edgar?
My dad has bn on the fone alot w/ Mr Larson, sumthing abt power of attorney. Wld u check out r house? I think its up 4 sale.
L8r.
MCDunC
At 9:01 AM,
Anonymous said…
Sgt. Royalson here.
Snxzzzz...ZZZZZZZ....Snore..zzzzzzz
At 2:28 PM,
Anonymous said…
April,
I don't hate you, it's just that you ruined my life from age 10 (or 11?) to age 26 (or 27), but now I am going to get married, so you don't ruin my life anymore, I am going to get more attention than you because of the wedding, also, it's not my fault Mom and Dad wish you were gone already, it's not hateful to tell the truth, it's just honest.
Liz
At 5:57 PM,
April Patterson said…
dunc, yeah, adult farley = about the same size as adult edgar. tho eddie kinda has longer, skinnier legs than farley did. i'll c what i can find out abt yr house.
sgt. royalson, yeah, i know.
liz, i do think it stinx that mom took advantage of u when i was little. like that time when u were in grade 13, and i was in grade 2, and u went str8 from school 2 the library 2 study, but mom didn't know that, and she assumed u were gonna b home 2 watch me, dunc, and becky, so she went off 4 sum "me time" w/out checking w/u. and then she came home and found that me, dunc, and becks had been all by ourselves w/out ne supervision. and she yelled @ u. and u yelled back, saying it's not fair how she assumed u'd always b around 2 babysit, and plus u wdn't b around the next fall, when u went off 2 uni. so she'd need 2 hire a sitter. and mom was all, "yes, that's a problem." and i overheard and thot that meant i was a problem. then when u went 2 bed 4 the nite, i came in and sed i heard abt me being a prob, and u sed i wasn't but that mom was gonna hafta start using a sitter. and i got all sad cuz i wanted u 2 b the big person who watches me.
but neway, that was mom's doing, and not my fault. but u r rite that u'll b getting the attention, esp. when u get married. and i'll bet mom will shunt me off 2 winnipeg an' try an' 4get she ever birthed me.
apes
At 5:59 PM,
Anonymous said…
Dunc, man, you can't move away! The Abuyas won't allow it!
Eva
At 1:19 AM,
Anonymous said…
April,
Formerly little sis. Sometimes it is difficult to get the ideas of conservation across to the very young. Mom does her bit with putting her potato peelings in her Compost Queen, recycling, low energy light bulbs and putting up "This House Saves Water" signs. Dad does his part by going to landfills and complaining about what people throw away. For some reason, these sterling examples from mom and dad just do not sink in with the younger generation.
Just the other day, as I sat my daughter in my lap and we looked at mom's old photographs albums and I was trying to explain to my daughter how incredibly poor I was at measuring things, especially the height of dogs when I was little, my daughter said to me, "You have lots of pictures of Robin an' me, right?" I could tell my daughter had been around her Auntie April quite a bit with the tell-tale sign of her unpronounced final "d" in "an'". However, I opted not to correct her pronunciation, even though I was sorely tempted to do so. Instead I decided to inspire my daughter with the knowledge that her father was much better about paper conservation in this modern age. I said, "Yes, but most of them are stored on discs." I said "most" because, as you know, there was that roll of film Deanna and I had early on in our marriage, which was accidentally put on regular photo paper instead of on disc. Deanna wanted to try putting our photos on a different medium but decided to let the old medium leave her system before going to the new medium, and we ended up with some photos on paper. Since then, the only time we put photos on paper was planned, for Christmas presents and things like that.
My daughter seemed to be surprised to learn about her father's paper conservation efforts and she said, "No books like this, daddy?" I decided to go for the full explanation to her, and really for any person (like my son) who might be looking in on my life and might be completely confused by the idea of digital storage of pictures. As I was explaining it to my daughter and my son, I had this feeling that I was explaining this concept to a whole generation of mentally feeble people, who used examples from my life to learn about their world. I said, "We don't need photograph albums any more, Meredith. Technology now allows us to put all this paper into tiny computer files, which we can access easily by clicking a few keys."
My daughter retorted in the way only the very young and paper conservationally ignorant can. She said, "Well, I like photographs 'cause you can pick them up an' hold them." I could tell it was going to take awhile to teach my daughter about conservation, just as it was going to take awhile to get her to stop saying "an'". So, I gave her a "Right", as if to say, "I'm tired of this argument and we will get back to it later, when you are older and wiser."
Just at that moment, my son made a motion either that he wanted to be picked up, or that he was going to try to strangle me to death. To prevent possible murder attempts, I picked him up and realized (in a thought balloon and not using the word "an'", I will have you know) just like photographs, I can pick up and hold my children. Of course the advantage to photographs is that they are not going to get so big you can't pick them up and hold them anymore; and that photographs don't sit in your lap looking at photographs until they get tired, close their eyes and fall asleep; and that photographs won't cry when you try to pick them up and move them to more comfortable positions because your arms are getting numb from holding them so long.
It's going to take awhile to teach my kids about conservation.
Love,
Michael Patterson
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