Ten - It's a Family Affair #MFRWauthor #BlogHop

Hello, and welcome to Week 10 of the MFRW Author Blog's 52-Week Blog Challenge.

This week, our Challenge questions is: Things Only My Family Would Understand

If this is supposed to be about me, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed because even as old as I am, I have NO IDEA what others think of me other than I'm odd, weird, ridiculous, and the black sheep of the family.

Sorry to have to sound really BORING this week (maybe every week?), but in our family, we've continued to live by the What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas motto.

You won't be reading any juicy, insider gossip meant to make your toes curl or your cheeks flame because that just isn't in my (our) DNA.

As a matter of fact, when I returned to college for the second time, I was already moved back in with Ma after she'd had her heart attack, and I had to leave my place 'up north' to take care of her, so I thought why not try (again) to get that stupid degree?

Long story short, Ma enjoyed reading the articles I had to write for various classes, and I was always amazed by her reactions to them.

Well, not the utterly reserved reactions (because, 'Yeah, I suppose this is good' is a big compliment to my ma's mind!) but more the fact that she actually wanted to read them!

Until the one time when I wrote that my parents were ten years apart in age.

The way Ma reacted to that one, you'd have thought I let the entire campus know some deep, dark secret so shameful it warrants death by firing squad to have revealed.

Her reaction was so insanely over-the-top (to my mind) that I just wouldn't let her read anything else I had to write.

Because, at my age, and after having been shell-shocked that way so many times already, I was a bit tired of the landmine game we still seem to be playing.

I can't recall the name of the class other than it was in the Linguistics Department and concentrated on things like values, customs, and a whole host of Quirky Nature type conversations about not just Americans but people the world over.

(we were actually encouraged to eavesdrop on campus conversations for one assignment!)

For this particular assignment, I finally got to talk about the odd yet (to me) funny fact that while growing up, a majority of our friends could say their father had served in Korea or Viet Nam.

Yet, here was me (and especially my youngest brother) getting to brag about the fact that our father had been a Marine in World War II (because that was EVERYONE ELSE'S grandpa!).

I still think it's really weird and strangely fascinating that when Pop enlisted his Senior year of High School, Ma was eight years old!

In all honesty, I spent the entire week trying to think of what to tell you guys that makes sense, is completely in line with today's topic, and that may seem truly unique to ANYONE ELSE.
But, I can't come up with things other than what I just told you.

I suppose I could mention that everyone on this block who owned a Ranch-style house used the small, open area just beyond the galley kitchen as a dining room... except for us.

Ma set up that little niche as an oddly arranged seating area too far away to see the TV (which, by the way, was on the opposite wall from EVERYONE ELSE on the block), so the recliner always sat at this odd, open angle with dead space behind it.

Except at Christmas time, when the dead space is filled with the tree (while EVERYONE ELSE places theirs in their picture window).

Every home I ever entered always had a glass butter dish, a bottle of HP (House of Parliament steak sauce), and the Tupperware salt & pepper shakers centered on their kitchen table.

At our house, it's a napkin holder and a sugar jar (even though Pop is gone now and no one drinks coffee to use the sugar jar).

If you want butter, you have to wait until it thaws because Ma kept it in the refrigerator until she started buying those tubs of fake butter (Country Crock).

And, we never owned a bottle of HP (or any other kind of steak sauce) because Pop hated it and liked his steaks well-done with zero embellishments, including salt & pepper!

When I moved back in here, my glass butter dish came with me, and it's been on the kitchen table, in front of the napkin holder, ever since.

And, speaking of napkins, I'm not sure how anyone else does it, but Ma keeps placing the napkins in upside down (to my mind) so that when you reach for one, you grab at least 4 because it isn't the folded side up!


I never knew this, either, but according to an old-time HGTV housekeeping show, the FLAT sheet is supposed to go on the bed inside out so that when you fold back a corner of the sheet/blanket, the pretty pattern shows.


We've always placed the pattern face-up and to hell with the fancy-schmancy 'fold'.

Is this what I'm supposed to be sharing this week?
I feel like I'm way off track again and oddly embarrassed by the whole post.

Oh well.

Since this is Lent, I may as well add to this hodge-podge list of Family Oddities that during Lent, we always sacrificed throughout (including every Sunday) when, in reality, or so it seems based on what EVERYONE ELSE says and does, that you are exempt from any 'giving up' on Sundays.

The first time I heard this, I was already married with kids of my own!

"What? You mean all this time I've been giving up something until Easter Sunday, and you guys have been cheating EVERY Sunday?"

It didn't seem fair to me, or right, especially since, to my weird way of thinking, it immediately conjured up images of Jesus having left the desert every Sunday to waltz into town and stuff His face until He about puked before moseying back into the desert for the next six days of total fast & abstinence.

So, we continue to go the distance and not indulge in whatever we've sacrificed, even on Sundays, until Easter Sunday arrives.

And, I find it hard to believe you guys enjoyed your Easter Basket stuffed with goodies HALF as much as I did, what with you having gorged yourselves every Sunday! πŸ‘…


Lastly, and again, this might not be on target, but I have to say it always struck me as a bit odd (and, of course, funny) that my parents were the only parents to listen to Classical and Big-Band Music while EVERYONE ELSE'S parents enjoyed modern music.

Well, if you are talking extended family, my mother and her sisters had this ongoing yet light-hearted 'feud' about who had the best music taste: Aunt Phyllis (Frank Sinatra), Aunt Lois (Tom Jones), and Ma (Mario Lanza).

Yes, that's right, I said MARIO FREAKING LANZA.

She is the only woman I know who listens to Opera... always has, always will.

I still hate it, but the point I'm trying to make here is, long about the late 90s early 00s, Nabisco offered a cracker commercial (which I can't find on Youtube, sorry!) that, about toward the end, blasted an opera song.

And, sure enough, I about fell out of my chair laughing because I knew right away it was Mario Lanza.

(seriously doubt ANYONE ELSE in the whole, wide WORLD knew it!)

Sadly, I wasn't alone at the time, and my friends, my soon-to-be Ex, and his friends, were staring at me like I'd just lost my marbles.

And, worse, when I calmed down and explained to them about the song and who it was singing, their expressions only got worse.


And, if you must know, I was always on the side of my Aunt Phyllis.

I still love Frank Sinatra's music!

Okay, I think I've said enough here.

As always, I thank you kindly for stopping by and reading my post!

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  1. Thanks for brightening my day.

  2. OMG! My sides are hurting from laughing! My father was a WWII vet, and my parents were much older than my friend's parents. Like you said it was their grandpas who were in WWII. But when you started on the LENT, . . . omg I an sooooo relate! I an remember back in junior high, my mother impressing upon me the importance of lent. WE have to sacrifice. One year she deided the household was going to give up sweets. The next weekend we had homemade cinnamon rolls, the next a chocolate cake, the week after we had brownies. When I asked about it, she said she meant sweets - like candies. WHAT? Then she added to it, because we weren't Catholic, that we only had to give up stuff on Friday. Fuzzy theology!
    It gave me a good laugh and reminder of my own upbringing. Thanks!

  3. We never owned steak sauce at my house, either, and my dad also insisted on cooking his steak well-done. I didn't know steak could be tender until I was married with children. I'd never even heard of HP until I read your post today. I'm glad you have your butter dish on the table at long last!

  4. LMAO! OMG....where to start?
    -When my spouse was graduating HS, I had just finished Kindergarten. He and I had only been married a few months when he told my mom..."I wish I'd met her 10 years ago..." Mom smiled and said I would have been off limits at 15:)

    -Never heard of HP sauce....but I HATED those butter sticks right out of the fridge! The only 'good' time was at holidays, when they'd been on the table all afternoon....

    -I did NOT know Sundays were 'exempt' days, and I've been married to a Catholic for 27 years now! I was told you had to give something up for the entire time...which this year was rough, starting on V-day....so gave up my nightly rum drink!

    -I grew up with a mom who loved The Beatles, Elvis, and Neil Diamond, and a dad who preferred Classical. So I like any music, except hard-core gangsta rap or excessive death-metal scream.


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