I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. Family is something that I tend to knock on a
regular basis, implying that mine are otiose. But, I sure do miss my deirfiúr, since she’s been away. So, in retrospect, I figured I’d display this
shameless pic of a deartháir (brother) & deirfiúr (sister) that had/have a
love/hate indestructible bond.
The lad in the picture obviously didn’t bother brushing his
teeth (what few I had at that point) that morning. And, the wee lass was probably pondering how
she could get big brother in trouble.
I’m sure I was cogitating, “I’ve got to go find a dirt pile
to traverse, so I don’t have to pump gas for my pops, when I leave here”.
She was probably cerebrating, “Hmmm….I wonder which one of
my brothers model airplanes I should break, so he’ll get in trouble for
hollering at me….I know, I’ll scratch up one of my daddy’s favourite records,
and blame it on him, yeah”.
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Reading your blog, I feel I ought to write something poignant and meaninful. Listening to the Podcast, I want to poke fun a little at your lovely drawl. But this post . . Love the Jerry Springer glasses. At least you’re a boy. I swear in the 50′s my mother just put a bowl on my head and cut around it. Oops, maybe your mum did the same . . .
Helen, I know the bowl cut all too well. I don’t mind you poking fun at my atrocious accent, but please don’t say that I sound like Bush. My southern draw is thick alright.
I went to private school, had vocal lessons when I was a lad, yet I still hang on to this draw.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wear glasses anymore. I still keep a pair of reading glasses around though.
Thanks for the lovely comment, Helen.
Awwww, aren’t you cute!
Thank you…Thank you very much.