We had a few memorable conversations.
“Make sure you cut your toenails straight and push the cuticles down other wise you will have trouble with your feet.”
“She’s not my mother why should I get her anything on mothers day.”
“That kid might get hurt.”
“There’s more where that came from.”
“I think we’re lost.”
With a touch of fear in his voice. “Are we in Vietnam?”
The sound of tires on pavement loud inside the car.
“You kids put that board back down before your brother falls out.”
“Lets go on vacation to Florida.”
“We can go to Kentucky, everyone in the LTD wagon.” This was mom , dad and four kids. Sandy was away at college or something.
We visited Gettysburg PA, for a week and toured the Musselman’s plant. On the way back home we stopped at a Water Slide Park and Margaret was to scared to go down the slide after Dad already paid for her admission.
“You’re twenty six and getting married this will be an important day in your life. Remember to treat her with respect.” I don’t think he was referring to the lawn mower.
The door on the car falls open as we go around a corner and Grandma Estes nearly falls out of the car.
“You should check to make sure that’s latched correctly.”
That door never closed right, even if you slammed it, mom always knew she had to hold it shut.
“We can make it to Charlotte and Phil’s for Thanksgiving.”
We got there and everyone else decided to stay home because there was over a foot of snow on the roads and it was unsafe.