




Thanks for covering for me Jo! And by the way I was the one who threw the grilled cheese behind the radiator, too. Dad's gone now, so I don't have to be afraid that he will...He looked me right in my eye and said if I ever find out that it was you!...YOu guys know the rest of the speech. It is funny now. Only because he's not here. But I still miss him for putting that much fear into life. That kind of fear, I have found teaches a person to lie very well under pressure. Not a very useful skill for a Christian. Anyway that is probably the thing that I do best now, though I try not to.
Everyday, when we were little, I used to go under the cabinet in the kitchen. The one under the window and eat a couple of sugar cubes from the box. I didn't know why they were there. I am not sure, if you guys were born for this conflict. Everyday!
One day the Rosarians came over for tea. Mom made those little sandwiches for them with the crusts cut off and all of the trimmings and to top it all off, she said, Jayne go under the cabinet and get the box of sugar cubes. GULP! Sugar cubes? For the Rosarians? They are not there. Yes they are. They are not. Yes they are. I ate them. You know what came next. All of St. Albans could hear her screaming about how I was going to get sick eating all of that sugar and that sugar causes diabetes and how could you. The women were coming over just then. Trouble, trouble, trouble. I guess I remember that story so well, because that is the one time I didn't lie and didn't get a spanking either? Go figure?
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this one was a deep belly laugh:-)
Those Rosarians were like a gang with their Noon-chuck Rosaries.(LOL) I really do thank God for you~ not just because you took so much of the brunt of the punishments, but because you did so with such dignity and poise. I will never forget the cutting board cracking into two pieces& Dad's thundering roar: "Do you want more?" and you quietly with no sense of fear saying "No Thank you."
With the Chocolate Kiss: I said I did it that time because I really did feel like one for all & still do. I Love you Jayne:)
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