I wrote this down back in 1992 or 1993. My daughter and I were living with my parents at the time in a lovely, large house in Portland. Some friends of the family had just left after a weekend visit.
We are sitting on the front porch, Mum, Dad and me, discussing which friends and relatives of Janet and Al they had met.
Dad: "I'm thinking of that tall Russian or Slavic fellow who cooked."
Mum: "No, no. That was Michael. He wasn't really Russian, he just pretended to be."
Dad: "Well, he sure could cook. I think he was queer."
Mum: "He wasn't queer - just swishy and posing. He and I had a good hoohaw about French reductionism."
At this point I start laughing. "What's so funny about that?" asks Mum, tolerantly amused.
"The idea of having a good hoohaw about French reductionism with bogus Russian queers is giving me a good hoohaw. French reductionism!" says I.
We return to the discussion of other people's relatives.
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I adore these beautiful memories of silly moments. Thank you for sharing it.
LMAO... that's hysterical. We passed by that house. Yes, very large and lovely (if that's the one you told us about).
How wonderful it is to be able to hold onto memories that make us smile. Helps keep them alive in our hearts.
Much love my friend.
LOL.. oh, I needed this today. Yesterday, even. Fantastic memory marker.
That's funny. And sweet. Glad you wrote it down.
omg, thank you for sharing. just lovely in all its silly glory!
I went on to a Lily Tomlin concert last night and she did this incredibly funny riff on how a parent's conversation about cake could make a teenaged daughter feel as though she were losing her mind.
I have similar moments of conversations remembered.....
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