Reveal the hilarious things that have happened in your life, and let us all have a chuckle with you!
Only in Newfoundland
Sister Mary was visiting the Janeway Hospital and spent a little time chatting with a mother and her three-year-old daughter. As she was leaving, she waved goodbye and then said, "God bless you."
The three-year-old replied, "I didn't sneeze."
Brother E.B. Wakeham St. John's, NL
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Little Jane's "TIDY " Wave.
This summer, while driving to Corner Brook, NL and trying to make conversation with my 4 year old granddaughter, I looked at all the new homes on the other side of the river and said "Jane, look at all the beautiful houses ... click to read moreThis summer, while driving to Corner Brook, NL and trying to make conversation with my 4 year old granddaughter, I looked at all the new homes on the other side of the river and said "Jane, look at all the beautiful houses by the water. Isn't that lovely?" She said "Nan I wouldn't want to live by the water." I asked why. "I would be afraid of a" tidy" wave," she said. Then I asked her what a "tidy" wave was. She said "when all the water comes in and covers all the houses." I thought this was so cute. She didn't say it correctly, but she knew what she was talking about...too cute. ... Hide full submission
Nan's Sunday Supper The last Sunday before Christmas last year, my brother took his son Alexander down to our parents' home to go riding his snowmobile for a couple of hours. On the way he picked up his friend Jonathon to go riding with him. They did this for a while until it was supper time. They went in to enjoy Nan's Sunday supper, which consisted of left-over dinner plus homemade partridge pie for dessert. Once Jonathon ate ... click to read moreThe last Sunday before Christmas last year, my brother took his son Alexander down to our parents' home to go riding his snowmobile for a couple of hours. On the way he picked up his friend Jonathon to go riding with him. They did this for a while until it was supper time. They went in to enjoy Nan's Sunday supper, which consisted of left-over dinner plus homemade partridge pie for dessert. Once Jonathon ate his plateful he was asked if he would like seconds, to which he eagerly said yes. After supper they went outside for another little while until it was time to leave. On the way home Jonathon looks at my brother and says the next time he goes to Alexander's Nan's house he is going to ask for "turds." ... Hide full submission
Dear God
About two years ago our son Ryan was the typical three-year-old little boy who very much enjoyed wrestling. One day I removed my shirt after doing some work and he asked why. "To wrestle," I said. Within a minute he had his off and he said that he was ready. Just before we started he stopped, looked up and said, "OK God you can make be bigger now." He got the the 1,2, 3 that day!
Barred in Church It was the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend. My husband and I were home from Ontario to spend the summer (we are misplaced Newfoundlanders). My sister called and asked me to go to the church with her to drop off her contributions in giving thanks to God for his bountiful gifts.
It was around 4 p.m. The congregation had the table laden down with everything you could mention from the harvest - vegetables, jams, bread, ... click to read moreIt was the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend. My husband and I were home from Ontario to spend the summer (we are misplaced Newfoundlanders). My sister called and asked me to go to the church with her to drop off her contributions in giving thanks to God for his bountiful gifts.
It was around 4 p.m. The congregation had the table laden down with everything you could mention from the harvest - vegetables, jams, bread, cakes, fish etc. After a few moments we went to the door to leave. We were heading to my sister's grandson's birthday party. But however hard we tried, we could not open the church door. We pushed and shoved and could only pry the door open a crack at the top, enough to push a broom handle through. We hoped someone would see the handle and come to investigate and rescue us.
We had no cellphone and we began to get cold in the church. We walked the aisles, me up one side, my sister up the other, trying to keep warm. We realized we had to figure out how to rescue ourselves. That's when we came up with the plan to ring the church bell high in the tower.
We climbed the narrow stairs to the bell tower. (I'm claustrophobic, so I didn't know how this would play out.) Next we had to figure out how to pull the rope with enough force to ring the heavy bell. We found a choir robe, which I wrapped around my hands to help me get a grip and Hallelujah! I pulled down on the rope.
Meanwhile, my sister got in a fit of laughter because she imagined me going up in the air as the bell came down. That me laugh, and with that I lost my strength and couldn't pull the rope hard enough. Eventually, though, I got it right and made the bell ring. We thought for sure someone would hear the church bell and wonder who or what was making it ring on a Saturday evening. I rang the bell three more times for good measure.
We waited and waited, keeping watch through the small tower window for anyone coming near. The sun was ready to set and we were beginning to worry we'd be spending the night in the church when we spotted across from the church about to enter his house. We pressed our faces to the window and shouted as loud as we could, while rapping on the glass. "Help us! Help us, please!"
He turned and looked up. He raised his hand to his eyes, as if to be sure of what he was seeing, then began to walk towards the church. What a relief! We ran down the stairs and to the front door. We removed the broom and he was able to open the very heavy wooden door.
We made it to the birthday part in time for cake. It was a glorious end to a strange day - one that family and friends likely won't let us forget.
As for the gentleman who rescued us, many thanks to you.
In a Pickle on the Shore It was caplin season near our new home down around the cove. As a "come from away" I was excited to learn all the news things about old ways. I watched and asked questions and the answers mostly made sense, except "pickle."
"Yes maid, a little pickle along the edge of the caplin beach will sometimes draw them in." My goodness, I thought, I can do that! So down to the beach I ... click to read moreIt was caplin season near our new home down around the cove. As a "come from away" I was excited to learn all the news things about old ways. I watched and asked questions and the answers mostly made sense, except "pickle."
"Yes maid, a little pickle along the edge of the caplin beach will sometimes draw them in." My goodness, I thought, I can do that! So down to the beach I went and took my jars. I couldn't quite see why a little fish like a caplin wanted my pickles, but I was game to try. Did cause a good laugh as I spread the homemade dill pickles and bread and butter pickles and the mustard pickles among the pebbles of the beach. After the laughter, they set me straight. How was I to know "pickle" was also the milky, milty looking liquid in the bottom of a salt beef bucket? As a "come from away," there is much to love in the lore and the learning.
