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Tech savvy kids!
While visiting my daughter and her family over the Christmas holidays, my daughter Kelly was giving my grandson Nathan, who's five, a bath. She opened a new bar of Dove soap and gave it to him. He looked at it and said, "Mommy this soap has the Twitter bird on it." Lol!
Twin Falls Labrador
In 1962, I was a Nfld Pro. Engineer hired by Brinco to work on the Twin Falls Project. My wife and family also came to the work site. I remember on one occasion Mr. H. Beardsley, president of the Twin Falls, project gave a short talk and ended with the following...
I think of those girls, those wonderful dolls,
who followed their menfolk up to Twin Falls,
no fresh fruit, no paved roads, no cultural events,
they arrived in muskegs and first lived in tents,
but they loved the wide spaces, the freedom, the snow,
the sun on their faces, the soft arctic glow,
the long winter evenings when mans work was done,
the wild New Year's parties, the laughter the fun,
they were cold, they were lonely and they surely were bitten,
their heroic deeds will just never be written,
so here's to those wives, those wonderful dolls,
who stuck by their menfolk and settled Twin Falls.
All very true
When my last child was born, the doctor phoned home and told my husband that we had a bouncing baby boy. When I came home from the hospital, our older son asked me if our new baby had springs inside of him. "Why would you think that?" I asked. "Because," he said, "the doctor told us we had a bouncing baby boy!" Submitted by Isabel England
We were sitting in our living room one evening with my son Josh and his wife April when we heard a thump in the bedroom. April ran to our 2 year old grand daughter Emily's room , she had fallen out of bed to the floor. She looked up at her mother and said mommy I dropped me
Many years ago as a young lad ,I was enthralled by the many stories told to me by my grandparents. One in particular put a chill into my bones. My grandmother told me that you should never whistle while alone in the woods as fairies would take you away and you might never return. Shortly after hearing this story from my grandmother a friend and I decided to go trouting in Anderson's pond about 2 kms north of GrandFalls-Windsor. As he had chores to do I decided to meet him in there and get a head start in catching the trout. I cut an alder, fitted it with a black line and hook and started to catch a few mud trout. An hour later he still was not there and I began to feel nervous as black bears were often seen in the area. To relax I started to whistle when suddenly I remembered what grandmother told me about the fairies. I started to shake uncontrollably and my stomach started to churn. I dropped the pole, left the trout on the the ground, and started to run for home. I fell flat on my face a couple of times into the bog and mud but did not stop until I reached the town.It took me a while to get over that fear, and needless to say , my buddy knew I wasn't too happy.
A few years ago my sister moved back from Alberta. She was wanting all types of wild meat. She asked me to bring her some seal liver, kidneys,etc. So happened we had some, & I had to take a plane to where she was living.So I packed them in my little red hand held cooler, & was passing it to the pilot on the little twin otter plane. When doing so I looked at him and said organs. He was flying those planes on the coast for years, and gave me the look that nothing surprises him any more.Put the cooler on the plane, and off we went, bringing the goods to my poor wild hungry sister.
Blood of a Spud By Calli Strickland (Dedicated to Sandy Strickland)
Note: After becoming well known for blowing up baked potatoes in the oven despite stabbing them, my daughter submitted the following poem to her English teacher.She received an excellent mark for her effort!
His beady eyes
Ever so taunting
Watch me in silence
As I approach
Trying to hide my fear
Mustering all the courage inside of me
I raise my spear
And plunge it into his heart
Over and over
I scream bloody murder
As I puncture his skin
Until my victim
Is satisfyingly wounded
I send him off
When all seems well
And I feel as though I have finally won
He gives me one final look
Before he self destructs
Splattered over the walls
I sigh in defeat
At the loss of yet another
Oh mighty potato
I will conquer you
The Phone Call
Here's what happens when your wife and mom have the same name.
The Phone Call ...
I once received a phone call, not knowing where the call was coming from and a lady asked if she could speak to Bernice.
I said "Sorry, but Bernice is not here right now... Can I take a message?
Lady... "Are you her son?" Me... "No, I'm her man." Lady..."I'm calling to schedule an appointment for her because we will be coming to your area soon." Me..."Well, she's gone up to Fort Mac now and won't be home until Dec 12th."
Lady... "She's gone for a little holiday, is she?
Me... "No, she's gone up there working";
Lady... "Oh really, you've got to be kidding me"and then she started laughing.
Me... "No maid, She had a bad year at the fish plant and she needed more hours to qualify for her E.I. The sooner she gets home the better to because she's been gone since September and when she gets home we've got some serious catching up to be doin.
Lady... Starts laughing again.
Lady... "Would sometime in January be ok then?" Me... "Sure, as long as it's before the 15th."
Lady... She gave me the date
Me... "Let me check my schedule first... Great because I'm not working that day either"
Lady... "Oh, you work to, do you?
Me... "Yes maid, no rest for the weary."
Lady... Started laughing again and we said Good-Bye
Later on that day mom dropped in and I told her about the phone call I had for Bernice and the laughing lady.
Mom started laughing and crossed her legs to keep from peeing her pants.
I said to her "What's so funny"
She said "That call was meant for me, not Bernice
Then we both had a big laugh at it.
Mom was 88 at the time and the call was from the hearing aid company.
I'm 95 years young, when I was a young office worker a clerk in an adjoining office had the last name of "Pretty" A new clerk by the name of "Knott" was hired and when the introduction was made in our office he said "one is Pretty and one is Knott." True Story..
We were getting ready to go shopping, when I picked up my eye glasses one of the lens fell out. I took them to the centre for eye glasses, asked if someone could fix it. She looked at the problem and said, "There is a screw loose." I said, "Oh, it runs in the family." She was laughing so hard I was afraid she would lose the screw, but she fixed it! - Calvin Goosney
Dangers of Driving
My Uncle Adrian Hunt from Rushoon is a salt-of-the-earth guy, and was a hard-working fisherman all his life. He's also been known to make the occasional slip of the tongue, such as when he sang the following line in the traditional Irish song "Black Velvet Band" : "...and her eyes hung over her sho-oul-der!" (instead of "And her hair, it hung over her shoulder"). My favourite Uncle Adrian story, however, occurred when the family was discussing the dangers of driving on the Burin Peninsula. After hearing a news story on Here and Now about a car accident, my uncle (who never drove) got a pensive look, and made the statement, "Yes, b'y, driving is pretty dangerous...you can't take your eyes of the road for five minutes!" - David Roche Athens, Ohio (originally from Conception Bay South, NL)
My husband and I had a cabin in Howley, Newfoundland. After fishing, we would drive around the lake. On this particular day we saw a moose near the road. I had seen lots of moose before, but none this close. We stopped and I got out with my camera. The moose was only about 15 feet away. It looked at me, twitched its ear and pawed the ground. I turned and asked my husband, who was still sitting safe in the Jeep, "What should I do if he comes towards me?" My husband casually replied, "Try to catch the Jeep!" - Myrtle Byrne Corner Brook, NL
where's the hound
One night,while returning from a trip to the cabin,I came to a sudden stop as a red fox darted across the road in front of the car. As I started to move ahead again our granddaughter Brooke, who was about five at the time, said "but poppy where's the hound" Apparently the Disney classic which she had seen many times was very real to her.
My wife Cynthia and I had bought a stackable record player, dual cassette player, and CD player complete with speakers and a remote .We were quite excited to play some of our old vinyl and show the children , Isabella and Lily , this old great technology. We put on a record for the kids and used the remote to increase the volume. We thought it was great but the kids were less enthused. Finally a song came on that Isabella enjoyed. When the song ended she grabbed the remote and kept pushing a button. Confused, my wife and I asked her what she was doing , to which she replied , she was pushing the rewind button. After some badly repressed laughter we explained that she needed to lift the needle and move it back one song and put it into the groove. Her shocked face said it all, we were old now.
All aboard to Timbuktu.
I was walking home from having picked up my five year old step daughter Lily, at school. As usual, as we cut through the park, she wanted to stop and play on the swings and on the metal train. I agreed to take a train ride with her. She called all aboard and I boarded the train climbing up the several steps of the ladder. She asked where I would like to go and I very smartly replied "Timbuktu." She made all the appropriate train engine sounds and the trip was beginning to drag on a bit. I needed to get back to work and was trying to speed the journey up somewhat. Eventually I asked if we were at Timbuktu to which she very seriously replied that we were only at Timukone, thus extending our journey and time in the park some more. I burst into fits of laughter much to her dismay . Her reasoning was very sound, Timbukone came before Timbuktu.