Thanksgiving recap

Still eating leftovers and will be for several days. Leftover ham is good stuff.

Dinner table conversation: Mom and Dad were telling about their trip last week to San Antonio. Aunt Olla remarked that she always had liked San Antonio, although her job there was a bust.

Story time. Aunt Olla and her friend Marge had decided to get out of this area. Confident that there were plenty of jobs elsewhere (it was during WW II), they headed south.

Upon arriving in San Antonio, they went to the middle of town and walked in the tallest building there. It was an insurance company. The two farm girls talked themselves into jobs selling insurance door-to-door.

Well, it was 100 degrees their first day and they were assigned to the Mexican district, so they bought sombreros and went up and down the streets knocking on doors until they had blisters on their feet. They sold one policy for $3.00.

Marge decided that was enough, but Olla was going to be persistent. She walked the streets for another whole day before quitting herself.

Then they got a job at a cafe cleaning floors. After closing, they put "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller on the jukebox, and oh how they had fun cleaning those floors.

Olla talked so much that her plate was full even after all of the rest of us were finished.

Later in the day we went to Aunt Ede's for leftovers and the same thing happened. Cousin Gary prodded Olla to tell some old stories--and her food sat while we found out about crazy Aunt Pearl who insisted that the crusty old neighbor farmer come over and wash her feet, and who sang "Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling" at the top of her lungs through the night--before they finally hauled her away.

Craziness on both sides--her grandfather and grandmother were first cousins, and all of their kids were either very bright, or "a little bit off." But even the ones who were a little bit off were really bright, Olla said, citing examples. Old Uncle Spen just couldn't keep his mind on what he was doing so had a hard time keeping a job, even stacking wood--and Aunt Mathilda would mop the floor by standing on a chair in the middle of the room and mopping around in circles. But they weren't stupid.

The evening ended with us rehearsing the songs for Olla's funeral. Again. I think this is the fourth time. Cousins Ryan and Gary, brother Joe and I sang as a quartet. We informed Olla that she has to live at least three more years or its going to be a complete disaster. For her part, Olla said our rendition of "Eastern Gate" gave her goosebumps.

Then, Joe took her back to the Fertile Hilton, which she still loves. Can you imagine, they make a cheese sandwich for her at ten at night, she doesn't even have to get up and go get it? Who has it better than that?