I don't realize how old I am until I look at pictures from my youth!
For a holiday when I was in college a friend invited a few of us to her grandparents’ to spend the weekend. I was sitting at the table in the kitchen visiting with the grandmother. She mentioned that they were enjoying the apples from their tree in the back yard. Well, I pulled out my apple story and began telling her all about it.
When I was in grade school, my dad came home from a trip to Arkansas with six bushels of apples that had been given to him. I remember feeling very Little House on the Prarie-ish because we all got to stay home from school and spend an entire day with all of us working to peel, cut, slice, bag, and freeze all those apples. I thought it was great fun. The only problem was that I didn’t really care much for apple pie. My mom made apple pies galore for years–literally. I ended my story with, “It got to where I didn’t care if I ever saw an apple pie. I still don’t like them.”
Then I just happened to notice for the first time what she was doing while we visited in the kitchen. She was MAKING AN APPLE PIE! How embarrassing! I apologized profusely, but really, the damage was done. There wasn’t that much I could say.
Well, after that I felt like this couple really did not like me very well, not that I blamed them! As luck would have it, I later dated their grandson. Again for a holiday, he wanted me to drive to his grandparents’ for a day’s visit. I really did not want to go. I told him that they didn’t like me. He laughed and said he didn’t believe that at all and that he would ask them. A couple of days later he told me that he had, in fact, asked his grandmother if they liked me. Her response? “Well, it doesn’t really matter what we think. What matters is whether you like her or not!”
This post is linked to Memory Lane Wednesdays.
Doesn’t if feel great when you get the chance to really put your foot in your mouth? 🙂
You don’t look that much different from the college picture. The worst part about preparing all the apples was that the whole kitchen ended up sticky. Do you remember the electric peeler we got as a result of all that? I still have it. Nobody ever used it. It’s dangerous!
Wow, Esther! You don’t look like you’ve changed at all. The only difference, I believe, is that your smile today shows how blessed you are to have that beautiful family of yours! 😉 Don’t feel too bad about it, girl, I’m not a big fan of apple pies myself… ssshhh… it’ll be our little secret! 😉 Hehehe. Take care always! Be blessed.
The life and times of Esther Appleseed. As usual, thats
funny and entertaining.
Oh no, that sounds exactly like something what I would have said. I don’t like apple pie either, gasp!
I am the same way with crab because my dad was a crab fisherman and would bring it home by the garbage bagful. Now if someone splurges on crab I just can’t bring myself to do it. Great story!
LOL, that’s so funny! We have apple trees and harvest the apples every year into apple pies. We end up giving away a lot of them. It’s a lot of work!
Yep that sounds like you. Once again I’m hurtin from laughing so hard. Thanks for sharing!
Yes, you do seem quite adept at sticking your foot in it. Your kids clearly have the same genes, from some of the stories I’ve read here. My question is, “When will you run out of funny stories from your youth,” … or is there a never-ending supply?”
Hey Esther:
Thanks for stopping by my blog today!
What a treasure you are to bring laughter from your life to writing.
I look forward to learning so much from you about laughter!
We all need that!
Gratefully!
LOL… her response is funny. You would think she wouldn’t have taken it so personal…
You honestly haven’t changed that much from your high school picture to now. You’ve got good genes.
That is such a funny story! I hate it when I put my foot in my mouth like that.
Love the picture for your header- you have a beautiful family!