Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Tuesday night @ Chuck n' Shirls
Stopped by after work tonight. Got there a little after 5 pm. I was glad to see that Danny Love had been plowing the driveway and shoveling the front walk. I walked in and found Dad in his usual place, sleeping. Mom was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. She was making a tune casserol. I sat down and started helping her with her puzzle that she has set out. She said that I should wake Dad up so I could talk to him. I said no and to let him sleep. I don't think she understands that. Why wake him? After a half an hour or so I could her hear her in there saying, "You need to wake up Charles, and talk to Eric." Grrrrrrrr! I went into the front room and sat next to Dad. We started talking about planes, and we looked through a couple of the books he has there on the coffee table. He remembers working on the F-16, and the B-58, but no other planes. He asked me if I had my licence to fly. I said no, and asked him if he ever had one. He said that they took it away from him. I asked why would they do that? He told me becuase her "erped" I said, erped? "You mean burp? No, erp. He said that with a grin. The old Chuck showed up there for a minute. I ased him if he remembers saying "foop" whenever he burped. He said no, but he did remember saying "erp". Pretty dang funny. I stayed about an hour and a half. As I was leaving I wrapped my arms around dad from behind and he flexed. He's still got some strength there. I did it again, and tried to pin his arms back. He fought back and had that grin on his face just like he did when I was young and we'd wrestle. It brought back a lot of memories. I gave mom a hug too. She seemed pretty good tonight. She said that they had a good day. Her casserol was done. She had me taste it. Yummy.....I guess. I told her it was excellent, and I told Dad he better eat it all. He said he would, and he reached over and gave mom a pat on her shoulder, and then wrpaped an arm around her. It was a good night. Dad actually walked me to the front door. He started to follow me outside, but I told him it was too cold. He said, ok, and that he would shut the door behind me, which he did.
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I can remember being in my bedroom in the basement, with record player on, and Pop out in the garden running the tiller. Even with that digger running and downstairs, I could hear him "FOOP" when he burped. If he did that thru a mic headset on an airplane, I would take his pilots license away too.
ReplyDeleteSo frustrationg that all his brain data is still in there and it just cant find the right channels to come out into the open. It is good to interact with him the way you did as something like that does trigger some channels to open and let some data flow. Just not enough to even things out.
When I come down, I plan on going to see Dan and take him a little something for being the plow boy. That is very good of him to do that.
Tuna casserol...mmmm...yum...gag...choke...
HA! I remember in the old house on Love Lane, the only way we could find dad in the garden, was when he burped and said "FOOP".
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the old Chuck does come back for a minute, and that's what makes things so difficult. Hate this disease. Can you imagine how frustrated dad gets?
Great idea for Dan, Trent. He has been really good to the folks.
Tuna casserole. I don't think I have eaten that since....um, probably since I moved out of the house.
My last experience with moms tuna casserole was the night I went into labor with Tara that was what i threw up since I'd been at their house and we ate it for supper. yum
DeleteAs much as fun as this sounds, I think I'm glad I haven't had tuna casserole in several years.
DeleteNo offense meant to Shirl, but if I ate that tuna casserole, I bet I could throw it up without going into labor. Been many many years for me too. And that is a good thing.
ReplyDeleteWell sibs, unfortunately for me, I've had the opportunity, if you want to call it that, to partake of Shirl's tuna casserole quite often. It was particularly "tuna-ie" last night. Did I mention that she layered it with potato chips before baking? Double yum!
ReplyDeleteI can remember while doing my many road construction projects in the garden, and flying my model airplanes around the yard, the "FOOP" was commonly heard. Just like the birds singing or the bees buzzing, it was part of the back yard ecosystem.
Hahaha. I could not resist adding to this one...1st and only rule of Trent's when we first got married was, NO TUNA CASSEROLE!!! I have adhered to that rule!
ReplyDeleteThe "FOOP" is famous. I remember how I would be playing outside with Marlowe Stout and the FOOP would reveberate from the raspberry patch like an F4 going over from the base. I would not even notice, but Marlow would die laughing. He just could not believe how loud Charlie could burp. I ran into Marlow and his brother Cliff years later when we were in our late 20's. He asked me how the parents were and if my Dad was still FOOPIN'!! Told him heck yeah!..Gettin' louder with age too!. They both got a good laugh rememberin' the FOOP.
ReplyDeleteThnx to Marione's excellent, and amazing, memory for such things, I have not been able to enjoy tuna craperole for many many years. And I will thank her for that.
"FOOP". Always liked that word, and had forgotten about it until today. Great memories of Pops!
ReplyDeleteI am proud to say that I say FOOP when I burp. Genetics man!
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