Stories


Until I can get this posted to the stories page, I’m posting this story by Don here. Enjoy! Love, Andi

Brother John
By Don

There is a story posted that I have read several times that has prompted me to write a short story about my younger brother.

In my eyes growing up at home it was apparent top me that John was the favorite son, so I thought. Why I thought so was when ice cream cones were bought there was always an ice cream Sunday bought and given to little brother John.

My brother Ron and I being the older sons were expected to take on the farming chores in the absence of our Dad. We watched our brother John set back and did not have to do the farm chores at an early age like we did. What I thought we saw was John being favored over us.

Little did I know that when my twin left to join the Navy that I would make such an impression on brother John. The time that I spent at home without my twin at my side was a learning experience for the entire family.

I finally was forced into service a year after my twin. What I soon discovered was brother John had to grow up real fast and take over for not one person but two people. I’m sure Dad was not always the pleasant Dad that he appeared to be for you John.

I got the opportunity to watch John marry and raise a wonderful family that I am very proud of. The questions on how twins react to different things were fun to answer. Listening to you on describing what your twins do and what was done brought memories.

Brothers do matter and I am very glad to have a younger brother like him.

I got so excited about Christmas, I forgot about Thanksgiving. But here it is anyway. It’s too bad I can’t get a coupon for a free Thanksgiving later since I basically forgot about this one. I’d like to take my free Thanksgiving coupon in April. There aren’t enough good holidays in April.

Joe and I are about to pack up our two dogs, my featherbed, my comforter, two down pillows, my quilting stuff (including sewing machine and cords, fabrics, threads, scissors, batting… gotta get those Christmas quilts done), two bottles of wine, my computer, my bag ‘o fun work to do (this is no small bag), my computer cord, cell phone charger, blackberry charger, camera charger, dog food, two dog beds, my toothbrush, a pair of jeans and some PJs, so we can head up to his family’s ranch for the next four days. I don’t know what we’ll do when we have kids. I guess they’ll have to ride in the back of the truck.

Before we embark on this Internet-free Thanksgiving adventure, I want to make sure everyone has checked out our Thanksgiving Menu 2004. For those who don’t know, this Menu is exactly what we had for Thanksgiving dinner last year. And save for the Cheesecake, Prime Rib, and Buttermilk pie, is exactly what we have had for Thanksgiving dinner every year for the last 30 years.

The story behind The Menu is thus: Last year, for the first time ever, My Mother agreed to let me host Thanksgiving at my house. However, in May, she started to regret this choice and became very afraid that we would not get it quite right. For starters, I decided I would serve Prime Rib instead of turkey. A big 6 bone aged prime rib. Yum. Of course, this is because nobody in my family eats poultry… except Mom. Mom grew up on a farm, which, among other things, was a Turkey Farm. When I told the family over the phone about the prime rib… there were cheers of delight… and my Mother started to cry. Well, we couldn’t have that. And she wasn’t going to let us. So the calls began. Every Saturday morning. Beginning in the Spring. Have you written the menu yet? You will have Oyster Dressing for your dad? You know it’s awful, but he loves it. The twins will not live unless the green bean casserole is there. Do you have the recipe? Isn’t it on the can? Apparently not. And the calls continued, until I promised to write it all down. Which I did. And lost. Many times. And this continued for months. Until I typed it up and sent it to her for approval. She then called every day beginning in late October to ensure that I had ordered the ingredients (yes, I am super lazy and have my groceries delivered to my house. So what. My mom thought it was cool.) But, nevertheless, she showed up with all of the non-perishable ingredients (and some perishable ones as well) in their car — three days before Thanksgiving. That’s when she wanted to start cooking. And she did. But Mom, I have to woooork. Work can wait. Alrighty then. So, one by one, the siblings and spouses arrived. All 12 of us cozy in my three bedroom Victorian in the heights. That was exciting. And we cooked and cooked and laughed and laughed. And we had so. much. fun. And that was the last time we were all together before my mom went to dance with the angels. And she made sure we had The Perfect Thanksgiving Menu when she went.

So, have a great, safe, blessed, and Very Happy Thanksgiving Everyone. And eat your Turkey. It’s good for you.

• When you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
• You spend half your life on your feet and half your life in bed. Buy expensive shoes, and good bedding.
• Say Please and Thank You.
• If you can’t sleep, just pretend to be asleep. (You will, in fact, fall asleep).
• Your birthday is a very special day. Especially to your mother.

Oh Andi
Your misdirected anger
Breaks my heart
You swat at me
And shoo me
And spray me
And smash my face
But I am still here
I am always here
Do you know why?
Ask a native Texan
When last he’s been bitten
Today? Yesterday?
The day before?
No.
I leave him be.
He is nothing to me.
Only you and your ilk
With that sweet, sweet
Yankee blood
Can sustain me
I love you.
And I will be here
All
Year
Round.

Love,
The Swarm