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  Bows
Posted by: sandi - 04-23-2021, 12:22 PM - Forum: Schweickhardt Clan - No Replies

Some years ago a group of us went out to dinner. It was a nice place with a big round table to accommodate us all. The waitresses all wore cute little aprons tied in a big bow in the back. When the waitress got around to me to take my order, she was facing me and had her back to Mike, who must have been 3ish at the time and sitting in a highchair. He reached over, grabbed the sash, and untied that big bow. Fortunately she caught her apron before it fell. I can't remember if Mike laughed or just had a stunned look on his face.

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  Mud Pies
Posted by: sandi - 01-30-2021, 02:22 PM - Forum: Dothage Clan - No Replies

Tom and I were both born in Columbia, MO and lived there quite a while. At one point we lived across the street from our cousins, Donnie Ray and Sharon Hope. We played together a lot. Tom was still pretty little (my BABY brother) so he wasn't with us so much. I wasn't allowed to cross the street without an adult because I might get hit by a car. (there were probably 2 or 3 all day). I did it a few times anyway and I would see mom come out the door, break off a switch from the tree, and head my way.  Not a pleasant experience, and you'd think I would figure that out. But playing with my cousins was more fun, so I took my chances. If it rained they would come over to my side of the street and we'd go to the empty lot next door. There was a great spot for making mud pies. We would make a bunch. I don't know if it was the name "pies" attached to it or not. But Donnie would always eat one.

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  4th of July, Trailer Style
Posted by: schwei - 01-19-2021, 03:08 PM - Forum: Schweickhardt Clan - Replies (1)

It was over the week of July 4th probably about 17 years ago. The four of us, Diana, Paul, Kyle and I went on a vacation out to the west coast with our trailer. We reached the thriving metropolis of Sydney, NE when the trailer decided to lose an axle. Well, it didn't fall off but the bearings in the axle seized up causing one of the wheels to no longer turn. That seemed to be a problem. That and the smoke billowing out from the dragging tire. After a little panic (the thought  was where there is smoke there is fire, no fire thankfully) we managed to get a call to a towing service. Out came a truck from Rood's Tire Service in Sydney, and, after blocking up the wheel somehow, escorted us back to town. He took us to the lot of Rood's right off of the main street. When we were parked, dumped the trailer and figured out the problem he reported that we would need a new axle and it would be three days before we got one air freighted to us. (I saw dollar signs.) I asked him where we could stay and he responded, "That's your home there, ain't it?" pointing to the trailer. "Just stay there." He ran an extension cord out to us. We were on the lot, which was a bit higher than the street with the trailer sideways to the street just above the sidewalk. We got out our little grill, grilled for a couple days in the parking lot. On the fourth of July, there was a car parade down the main drag that we had a front row seat to. We got out our folding chairs and sat around the fire a couple of nights. We drove into town and went to the public pool. That way we could swim AND get a shower. We hit a restaurant and a laundromat. We also discovered that Cabella's was based in Sydney. Despite the 'campground' we had a pretty full time. We almost hated to leave. Almost. Best of all, on the way out of town there was a dump station for the trailer.

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  Sewing
Posted by: sandi - 01-19-2021, 10:56 AM - Forum: Schweickhardt Clan - Replies (1)

One day I had some sewing to do, so I went to my machine and began to work. As I was sewing, Mike came into the room. He must have been about 3 at the time. All of a sudden he decided to put his hands up by the needle. I kept telling him, "No", but he persisted. I finally slapped his hand (lightly, of course). Not having been slapped or spanked before (because he was the perfect child), he thought it was a game. He started laughing and kept putting his hand back on the machine. Finally I just quit and we left the room.

Mike, you can't remember a smidge of this, can you?

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  Hot Wings and Disappointment
Posted by: schwei - 01-19-2021, 08:10 AM - Forum: Hanson Clan - No Replies

It was quite a few years ago, back when Kyle was maybe 10 or 11 years old (as I remember it) and we went up north to visit in the summer. Davy wanted us to meet him at a place called Bimbo's. It was (is) the equivalent of a Lake of The Ozarks restaurant/bar. He had this crazy smile and said that he got the hottest wings they serve and wanted us to eat them. 
Before moving forward with this story, I should point out that up north, to spice something up they quickly pass the pepper shaker over a pot of something. Sometimes, they may actually turn the shaker over. Back to the story . . . . .
Kyle, never one to back away from food, quickly reached out and snagged a wing. He took a tentative bite (he wasn't stupid) and then all of a sudden DEVOURED that wing. A machine couldn't have done it faster. He came back for more. I've seen the boy eat and decided if I wanted any, I'd better get in there. Between the two of us, we cleaned it up in minutes. We repeatedly asked Davy if he wanted any. Maybe it was the wings talking, but I swear every time we asked him (or I looked over) his face had taken on a more crestfallen look than it had before. He forgot the primary rule. A lot of us southerners eat spicy food often. To add insult to injury, I remember him asking Kyle if he thought it was spicy and Kyle responding, in between gulps, "No. It's not."

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  Uncle Harold
Posted by: unc - 01-18-2021, 06:06 PM - Forum: Dothage Clan - No Replies

Back in my college days I got a parking ticket.  Uncle Harold was a city detective in the town,Columbia, where I was going to school.  Not having much money, I thought maybe Uncle Harold could fix it for me.  I went to his office at the police station and explained my situation. Uncle Harold said that since I had come to the police station for the first time that I should take a tour.  He showed me the first floor offices then took me down stairs to where the jail cells were.  While I was looking at the inside of a jail cell I heard the cell door slam.  I turned around and Uncle Harold was gone.  After some time passed, Uncle Harold returned, opened the cell door, looked at me and said.  "Pay the fine".

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  Fox2
Posted by: unc - 01-17-2021, 09:24 PM - Forum: Dothage Clan - No Replies

The year was about 1969 when the Fox and I were rebuilding a house in Farmington Mo.  After a days work we were sitting around watching the evening news.  After the news was over I mentioned that I wanted to play the harmonica and that I had bought one.  I got the harmonica out of a drawer and said that I had no idea how to play it.  The Fox said "Let me see that thing." I handed him the harmonica.  The Fox started playing that harmonica about as good as Stevie Wonder.  I was 28 and didn't know the Fox could play the harmonica.

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  The Fox
Posted by: unc - 01-17-2021, 09:04 PM - Forum: Dothage Clan - No Replies

Way back when the Fox went to a union meeting. There was a vote called for by the union boss on a motion that the Fox didn't vote for.  The union boss poked fun at the Fox.  The Fox got up and left the meeting after telling his riders he would wait for them in the car.  After the meeting the guys came out to the car.  Among them was the boss who still poked fun at the Fox through his open car window.  The boss reached through the open window and smacked the Fox so the story goes.  That was a mistake.  The Fox got upset and tried to get out of the car which the boss was holding shut.  The Fox shoved the door open with his foot damaging the door and the boss.  The Fox did a bit more damage to the boss.  No one offered to take the boss to a first aide station so the Fox did. The Fox was a caring person but one shouldn't upset him.

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  Doubling Up (Almost) at Dewey Lake (Recovered)
Posted by: schwei - 01-17-2021, 03:17 PM - Forum: Hanson Clan - No Replies

I don't remember the year or the occasion. Just the event. We (everyone, it seems) were at the cabin on Dewey and someone (can't remember who) asks, "Who wants to go fishing?" It was a bums rush down to the dock where 7 of us showed up. Normally not a problem, except for the fact that it was a four man boat. Someone (don't know who) said, "No problem. We can all fit." So, Paul, Kyle, Dave, Little David, Andy, Denny and I all pile into the boat. I'm not sure that we didn't grease up first so we could all squeeze in. I remember motoring (slowly), making our way to the other side of the lake at the far end casting lures as we went. I DO remember thinking that the water was unusually close to the top of the gunwales. We were on the far side in a cove when someone (probably Dave) caught a fish. A lot of excitement ensued, and I turned just in time to see one brother-in-law, who WAS standing fall into another brother-in-law. I remember thinking that the nose of the boat looked like it was coming up at a heretofore never seen rise. I knew we were in an unusual place. Especially as water started pouring in over the back corner where two bodies were struggling to upright themselves. As the boat continued to rise in the front the angle was such that all of the boats occupants were tossed out. I remember Paul, all of 12? at the time saying, "Hey dad, what should I do with this?" as he held up the tackle box. I was holding Kyle, about 8 and 2 fishing poles. There was flotsam and jetsam all around us. (Actually just a floating gas can and a couple oars.) We were about 15 yards from the shore and we all swam that way with the items we managed to save. Depositing our treasures on shore we all went back to rescue the boat. Apparently, lines from the boat were floating (or someone stayed back holding them). We grabbed the lines and tried to pull while swimming. It was pretty tough going. By that time, Davy (even another brother-in-law) was there in his boat watching the activity. After struggling for a minute or two with the boat he said, "You might do better if you pull in the anchor." Arrgghhh! We finally managed to get the boat to shore next to a dock. We put the boat across the dock upside down to empty it of water when the dock owner came out. We apologized for getting his dock wet and for using it when he said, "That's ok. It happens all the time." I did a head shake and an internal "What!!?" but kept it to myself. These northerners could be crazy and I don't want to set them off. We were concerned for the motor because, as we were dragging it to shore, it bubbled and gurgled a lot. We righted the boat (looking cleaner than it had in years) hooked up the gas and it started right up. Apparently none of us were fast learners as I recall we all wedged ourselves back in the boat and motored (slowly) back to the dock. That\'s my memory. What say the rest of you who were there?

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  The Race Track (Recovered)
Posted by: schwei - 01-17-2021, 03:14 PM - Forum: Dothage Clan - No Replies

I remember the Fox had twenty acres across the highway from the house. The upper part was flat, a cliff that dropped about 15 to 20 feet, and then a swampy part with a creek running through it. It was heaven to a guy about 11 years old with his own 22 rifle and revolver. I would often walk to the property from the house UNDER the highway through a huge drainage pipe. Pretty cool! On the top, the Fox had cut in a figure eight with the lawnmower and whenever we would go there he would let me drive (either) the riding lawnmower or the vehicle we were in. Great fun for a young kid. It couldn't have been more than 1/8 mile but I'll bet I put on miles there.

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