Paying tribute to those in a family that makes life fun. The one person in the family who. ”Just don’t get it!” You know at least one, they supply you with humor professionals gets paid for.
Most of these people learn to laugh with you. Some,even know that is the very reason you love them more, so they enjoy being themselves and do not try to figure it out. Those are the happy carefree ones.
My best friend was like that. She just didn’t have a clue why we kept laughing at her.
Either way what ever makes them so unique doesn’t change.
To share all of the many things Margaret has done would be volumes, but her childhood experiences kept all of us around her in awe.
Margaret grew up in a very rule community, chores were just part of the lifestyle and most of the time she was a great deal of help to her parents. One peculiar morning her father asked her to so a special job.
Margaret, always willing to help, eagerly agreed.
In the winter the water for the animal would freeze on the top, leaving them with out water. Someone each day would have to remove a section of the ice from part of an area for them to drink. This was the request Margaret’s dad had asked. It as in the communication she became confused.
“Now honey you will have to chop out a little ways or it will freeze over again. Be careful, but you can just do it on your way to school.”
To Margaret, She had to walk to school and left after her parents so it seemed a simple job. She truly thought she had his instructions clear. So she cheerfully replied, “OK daddy, I’ll do a good job.”
The next morning temperatures were down in the teens so Margaret Dressed warm adding layers of clothing, gloves, boots, long pants, and heavy coat, then good-naturedly started off to the pond.
As she picked up the ax, she remembered exactly what her instruction was. “Cut out a little ways.” She wanted to make a large hole so the animals would have a lot of water today. So she proceeded to go out about three feet, and began to chop the ice back toward the bank.
After about three chops she had made a small hole. Pleased and raised her ax and continued. On the forth chop huge cracks ran along the ice under her feet, And as she raised her arms to chop again she found herself wading in water waste deep.
To Margaret, she only wondered why her dad would tell her to go out on the ice and chop if he knew she was going to fall in. Generations have enjoyed the story.
Then there was the time she and her best friend were experimenting. They had decided they wanted to see what it would be like to smoke. Now Margaret had been told in she ever tried tobacco she would be spanked severely, so they came up with an alternative to tobacco, they would try grapevines.
Taking some matches and their vines they were ready to try a smoke. Of course they would need a place where no one could see them and Margaret knew just the place, the loft in the hay barn. So there they sat in a loft full of hay with grapevines, matches and no one knowing. As s small part of hay under their feet caught fire, they began to stomp. After getting it put out, Margaret sat staring at the black floor and stated that they should have sweep the hay away before lighting their grapevines. Climbing down her last comment was, “perhaps they shouldn’t smoke after all.” Never did it enter her mind; fire and a hayloft do not mix.
Another priceless story was the time she and another cousin wanted to go skating on the pond. It had been below zero for almost a week but the temperature had warmed up to about thirty degrees but her Dad said he was sure they would be safe for the ice was still very thick. Off they went, dressed as warmly as possible for a fun afternoon on the ice. The pond was about a half mile from the house so they knew that if they left the pond they probably would not get to go back and skate. They had to skate as long as possible before leaving.
After a couple of hours they began to get pretty cold. Margaret was not ready to quit skating so she came up with a great idea!
“You gather some sticks and we will start a fire in the middle of the pond and then we can warm our hands and still skate.”
Gathering several smalls’ twigs the started burning them then continued skating. Soon the fire was warm and they skated over to get warm. Suddenly she heard a noise, “What was that?” “Did you hear something?”
“ Yes,’ her cousin replied, “I think the ice is cracking.”
Looking at her with this blank look she shook her head, “ daddy said it was thick enough, but maybe we had better get off.”
Never in her wildest thoughts, did she associate the melted ice and the fire.
One would think that the others involved would question her but Margaret was the oldest and always kind to them so they did not voice an opinion even if they had one. That left Margaret to her journey bizarre behavior.
Don’t you suspect most of the guardian angles will look forward to the homecoming of these people?
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