Stories. I love stories. I love reading. I read fiction,non-fiction,spiritual,historical fiction,romance,mysteries and so on. I love to sit at a table and listen to a group of people tell stories. I will drill you. In the end, I just like a good story.
Recently, I had the pleasure of listening to a lot of stories. At a funeral luncheon. I know, imagine that? Oh, and let me back up just a tad bit. I am sure we made for quite a story ourselves. Leave it to my husband. Why oh why do I trust him? Our neighbor’s mother died. Our neighbor, Andrew,texted my husband, “Hey, my mom passed away we are having a luncheon at her Assisted Living residence you guys are invited, you don’t have to RSVP just show up if you can?” I asked my husband all the pertinent questions. “When did his mom die? When is the funeral?” His response, “I don’t know!” I continued, “Do you know his mom’s name and should we send flowers?” My husband responded and with agitation in his voice? “I have no clue, I didn’t text him back or ask any questions. He just said show up, I don’t think it is a big deal, just a little luncheon at the Nursing Home.” I said, “OK”
We went dressed for a casual Saturday summer luncheon. I know, s.t.u.p.i.d. I could have killed my husband. K.i.l.l.e.d. The luncheon took place after the funeral. Guess how everyone else was dressed? Yep, black,suits,heels,dresses and there were flowers. I believe I whispered, “I hate you!” as we walked towards Andrew who greeted us appropriately then he proceeded to introduce us to everyone. Andrew couldn’t have been more gracious.
We quickly sat at the ‘neighbor table’ which also included a lovely older couple from a neighboring suburb. Once sitting everything was fine. The stories began flowing. Oh, and not one person had their phone out. It was refreshing. But, make no mistake social media did come up. The oldest gentleman,Grandpa Jones, at the table informed us that, yes indeed, he has a Facebook page. He loves it!! Grandpa Jones uses it to talk to his grandchildren. He showed us the photo he has posted, it is a photo from 1950! Nice and handsome Oh, this guy was full of stories. His wife just smiled and rolled her eyes.
So Grandpa Jones and his wife were getting ready to leave and he decided he would tell me and my husband one more story before heading out the door. He grabbed my arm and said, “You know, you’ll like this story, you’re a nice Italian girl, right? Especially with that name?” I shook my head yes and then said, “Well, I married the name and he (pointing to my husband) is really Italian, his parents are ‘off the boat’” Grandpa Jones looked at my husband,smiled and said, “So you married a nice Italian girl?” I am 46 years old, it has been a day and forever since I have been called “a nice Italian Girl” but I wasn’t going to stop him. My husband smiled his wide grin, shook his head yes while letting the older man continue on with his story. “Well, you two will like this. You see this Medal? He held out the Medal of St.Christopher we got this while traveling Europe. Can you believe he is no longer a Saint? Can you believe that?” I shook my head no and told him my mother loves her St.Anthony medal. Now he trusted I was a GOOD ITALIAN CATHOLIC GIRL, so he continued. “Well, we went to the House of Virgin in Turkey.” (I must admit I don’t keep track of all the sitings of Mary, even though it is a Catholic thingy. I think the House of Virgin is where Mary lived at some point and it has healing powers?) Grandpa Jones is forging on, “While we were there we got the blessed holy water and we were bringing it back for our granddaughter’s baptism.” My husband and I did all the proper oohing and ahhing. We do know how to behave as Catholics. His wife seeing how impressed we were jumped in and said, “Yeah, but he drank the BLESSED HOLY WATER on the plane.” BIG EYE ROLL as she said it. You know, like, ‘What an idiot, so don’t be so darn impressed!’ We were both a little stunned and not sure if we were suppose to laugh. Grandpa Jones confirmed his wife’s statement, “Yeah, the container looked like a normal container and oh well, it was probably good for me, I am still here.” His wife rolled her eyes and at that point we laughed.
Ah, see how Grandpa Jones turned that boo-boo around? Just like my husband later turned our dressing disaster around, “You know Lou, it was hotter than hell and we were dressed comfortably everyone there was dying to be dressed like us!” Oh, so smooth, just so smooth!
This is why we all need our little hobbies,such as social media,knitting,golfing,etc… to give us space so when I show up at a funeral luncheon dressed in an inappropriate cute summer luncheon outfit I won’t kill my husband or Grandpa Jones’ wife didn’t throw her husband off the plane along with the empty holy water bottle! It is our solo hobbies that keep us sane and our significant others alive!
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