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    This will be a compilation of what I think are funny things that have happened in my family. Crazy things that have been said, etc. You know what I mean, stories that have gone 'round and round' at family get togethers when we start to reminisce.

    One of my favorites is something my mother said a few years ago. My father was annoying her, just being underfoot. Looking over her shoulder when she was cooking, poking his head in the room when she was watching her soaps, asking her questions.... During this time, the OJ Simpson trial was going on, and my mother had her own definite opinions on this case. One day when my father was being especially pesty, she whispered to me. "If OJ gets away with this, your father is a dead man!" Well, we all know what happened with the trial. My mother got several calls from grandchildren, wanting to know if Poppa was ok?!





    My sister Babe and I have always been close. Babe was my champion, I wanted to look like her, be like her, and wear red lipstick, like her. I don`t know if any of you remember, but years ago, (alot of years ago), Revlon put out a color called, "Red Apple Red", whoa! Babe being 8½ years older than me was allowed this privilege.



    I, on the other hand wasn`t. I waited for her to blot her lips, throw the tissue in the trash, then I would go get it and press it to my lips!! I thought I was so cool!! I loved her high heels too. Those clutzy platforms that they`re wearing today.

    Babe met her husband to be at age 16, Ed was in the Navy, and they soon started to correspond. This was during WW11, I told you it was alot of years ago! At one point he was stationed in Brazil. She waited with baited breath each day for the mail. I`d get home from school, get the mail and if there was mail from Ed, I`d hide it.



    She`d come in and ask, "any mail today", as I laughed to myself! We shared a bedroom, so just before it was time for me to go to bed, I`d pull out his letter and hand it to her. Gee, I wish you could have heard the screaming that went on...she wanted to kill me!










    She knows just where I dream to go, remembers where I`ve been. Accepts me just the way I am, and treats me like a friend. She`s someone who is there for me, no matter what or when, and everytime I`m with her, It`s like going home again.
    ~author unknown~






    My mother always said, that this was the only picture she had of her three children. My brother Sally, is in the photo on top of the radio.


    This photo, of the guardian Angel, hung in our bedroom for as long as I can remember. Now, each of my children and grandchildren have one, too.










    We`ve all had our special pets. Some we loved, some drove us crazy, but every now and then, there was one that was different and unique. One we never forget. That was our Nikki, he was a big Alaskan Malamute.





    Nik was a gentle giant. He never ever growled at a human, or ever hurt anyone. The kids could ride him like he was a pony, and he loved it. He always knew when it was going to snow. His head would be straight up sniffing at the air. That was his time, and when it came..there wasn`t anything that was going to stop him! No chain could hold him, no fence could keep him. Nik broke more chains than I care to remember. One time Poppa and I were having coffee, he had just bought a heavy cable wire and hook to hold Nik from running. My father said, "If that dog breaks that chain, I`ll call him Wonder dog," just then Nik went flying by my kitchen window, as I looked at Poppa and said, "there goes Wonder dog"!



    We got Nik when he was 7 months old. We all thought he would be a house dog. He hated being in the house, no matter how cold it got, he wanted out! That`s how the chains started. My son Jim built him a huge dog house, and we`d fill it with hay in the winter, to keep him warmer. When it snowed, we`d harness him to a sled and he`d take the kids for a ride of their lives! Sometimes he ran so fast, that the sled would go straight up in the air, and the kids would go flying. I`m talking about 4 teenage boys. Nik was a good old dog...but he had a problem... Nik loved chickens...cooked chicken, live chickens, any kind of chickens. Where we live it is not unusual to see chickens in yards, and sometimes on the road. He could smell a chicken from a mile away. He started to eat all the chickens in the neighbrhood. Everyone knew Nikki, so they would call us up, and ask us to come and get him.



    He even ate a neighbor`s prize chickens, Mr.M. told us if he came in the yard again, he`d shoot him. He got his chance, and when he aimed the rifle at Nikki, he sat down and just looked up at Mr. M. with those big brown human eyes. He couldn`t do it. Sometimes the police would call us and ask us to get Nik off the ice pond because he was trying to get the ducks!



    Our closest neighbor decided to get chickens. We were nervous wrecks. They told us to relax because they got two large Doberman Pinschers. Didn`t work. Nikki got into the barn, impregnated one of them, scared off the other, and you guessed it...he ate the chickens! My husband and son, built a huge pen for Nik to romp around in, the fence and wire were at least 7 to 8 feet high. When he wanted out, he`d bite thru the wires and squeeze himself thru. As he got older, he finally settled down.

    Alaskan Malamutes do not have a long life span, because of size and environment they seldom live past 10 years...Nikki died 4 years ago in April. He was nineteen! So, you figure out how old that is in dog years. We still miss him, and talk about his escapades.










        
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