Monday, December 11, 2006
Crazy family members
One of those crazies was my great Aunt Fern. She was a hoot and a half. There were days that she maddened us to no end, accosting any family member who happened to walk through her door when she needed something ... anything ... salad dressing, toilet tissue, or new pens.
Aunt Fern was a real gem. People like her don't come along too often, and I was very happy to have her in our family. She was my Dad's aunt, his mother's sister. Fern and Marie. They were as different as night is from day. Marie settled down with her sweetheart, popped out four kids (my Dad is a fraternal twin), and lived in the same small town.
Fern married a roughneck, went on vacation with her husband and his mistress (not knowing of the affair at the time, obviously), and learned how to fly an airplane. She had no kids, but she had us. She considered my Dad her son and she was so thankful for that relationship.
Fern had a monkey named Pedro. Pedro wore diapers. I never knew Pedro personally, but I heard stories. Many, many stories. Only Aunt Fern would have a pet monkey.
Aunt Fern then got T.C. Tough Cat, a Persian. In the height of his day, he was a regal looking cat. At the end of his days, he was scroungy and mean. There were times when he would be almost lifeless.
Grandma would come here to visit Aunt Fern for a week at a time. On one such visit, Grandma was cleaning up a little around Aunt Fern's condo.
She came upon T.C., who appeared to have met his demise. Grandma didn't want to upset her sister right away, so she decided to put T.C. in a trash bag, and put him in the garage until my father, who was coming over later that day, arrived so he could dispose of T.C.'s body out in the country on my Mom and Dad's property.
So Grandma goes and grabs a trashbag and gingerly picks the cat up and places him in his temporary resting place.
Grandma goes about her day, trying to decide when she is going to inform Fern that T.C. was no longer amongst the living.
Grandma didn't need to because T.C. decided to tell Grandma that he wasn't dead after all. About three hours of spending time in the trash bag, he decided to remove himself from it and walk into the kitchen.
Needless to say, Grandma almost met HER demise that afternoon when that cat walked in from the garage...
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
I spy with my binocular eye...