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I know now that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stairs that hot summer night over thirty-five cars ago was not a tall man. But to a five-year-old, he as a giant. We sat side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street. A street that I was never allowed to cross unless accompanied by an adult, or at the very least, an older sibling. An unlikely pair, we sat together, perched n the top step. His legs reached down two stairs; mine angled, barely reaching the first. The night was muggy ad the air thick. It was the summer of 1959.

Cherry-scented smoke from Grampy's pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay while gray, wispy swirls danced around our heads. Now and again, he blew a smoke ring and laughed as I tried to target the hole with my finger. I, clad in a cool summer nightie, and Grampy, his sleeveless T-shirt, sat watching the traffic, trying to catch the elusive breeze. We counted cars and tried to guess the color of the next one to turn the corner. I was luckier at this game than Grampy.

Once again, I was caught in the middle of circumstances. The fourth born of six children, it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for something. This night I was both. While my two baby brothers slept inside the house, my three older siblings played with friends around the corner, where I was not allowed to go. I stayed with Grampy, and that was okay with me. I was where I wanted to be. My grandfather was baby-sitting while my mother, father and grandmother went out.

"Thirsty?" Grampy asked, never removing the pip' from his mouth.

"Yes," was my reply.

"How would you like to run over to the gas station there and get yourself a bottle of Coke?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Had I heard right? Was he talking to me? On my family's modest income, Coke was not a part of our budget or diet. A few tantalizing sips was all I had ever had, and certainly never my own bottle.

"Okay," I replied shyly, already wondering how I would get across the street. Surely Grampy was going to come with me.

Grampy stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket. I could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he always carried. Opening his fist, he exposed a mound of silver coins. There must have been a million dollars there. He instructed me to pick out a dime. I obeyed. After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he stood up.

"Okay," he said, helping me down the stairs and to the curb, "I'm going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies. I'll tell you when it's safe to cross. You go over to the Coke machine, get your Coke and come back out. Wait for me to tell you when it's safe to cross back.

My heart pounded. I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm. Excitement took my breath away.

Grampy held my hand tightly. Together we looked up the street and down, and back up again. He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. He let go of my hand and I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. The street seemed wide. I wondered if I would make it to the other side. Reaching the other side, I turned to find Grampy. There he was, standing exactly where I had left him, smiling proudly. I waved.

"Go on, hurry up," he yelled.

My heart pounded wildly as I walked inside the dark garage. I had been inside the garage before with my father. My surroundings were familiar. My eyes adjusted, and I heard the Coca-Cola machine motor humming even before I saw it. I walked directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser. I knew where to insert my dime. I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times. I checked over my shoulder. Grampy waved.

The big old monster greedily accepted my dime, and I heard the bottles shift. On tiptoes I reached up and opened the heavy door. There they were: one neat row of thick green bottles, necks staring directly at me, and icecold from the refrigeration. I held the door open with my shoulder and grabbed one. With a quick yank, I pulled it free from its bondage. Another one immediately took it place. The bottle was cold in my sweaty hands. I will never forget the feeling of the cool glass on my skin. With two hands, I positioned the bottleneck under the heavy brass opener that was bolted to the wall. The cap dropped into an old wooden box, and I reached in to retrieve it. I was cold and bent in the middle, but I knew I needed to have this souvenir. Coke in hand, I proudly marched back out into the early evening dusk. Grampy was waiting patiently. He smiled.

"Stop right there," he yelled. One or two cars sped by me, and once again, Grampy stepped off the curb.

"Come on, now," he said, "run." I did. Cool brown foam sprayed my hands.

“Don't ever do that alone," he warned firmly.

"Never," I assured him.

I held the Coke bottle tightly, fearful he would make me pour it into a cup, ruining this dream come true. He didn't. One long swallow of the cold beverage cooled my sweating body. I don't think I ever felt so proud.

There we sat, side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street. A street I had been allowed to cross by myself. Grampy stretched his long legs down over two stairs. I dangled mine, a bit closer to the first step this time, I'm sure.
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House Husband

This week my husband is at home and playing "house husband." I left a list of things for him to do. He thought it was soooooo easy I thought I would share it with you. :)

  • Make the beds......What a waste of effort, we're only going to sleep in them again tonight. Forget that. Scratch one.

  • Pick up dog poop in yard.......It snowed last night, I don't see any dog poop....kids do you see any dog poop? Scratch two.

  • Drop your pants off at the cleaners.......Duhh... I'm on vacation I don't need them. Scratch three.

  • This is easy, what's the fuss. Think I'll go on the computer for a while.

  • Clean out Tupperware cabinet....... Uhhhh ...that's a hard one. GOT IT! Velcro on the door will keep them closed. Scratch four.

  • Mop kitchen floor.....The dog licked up that sugar spill from breakfast, floor looks clean to me. Scratch five. Good doggie go play in the yard. (He just loves rolling in the snow.)

  • Find something fun for the kids to do.....That tinfoil in the microwave thing was kinda fun. Scratch six.

  • This is way too easy. I'll have lots of time for the computer!!

  • Vacuum the carpets...... That's a hard one....... Hey kids wanna have some more FUN!! Scratch seven.

  • Feed kids lunch.....Hey kids, don't you have a friends house to go too? YESSSS!!!!!!!!! Scratch eight.

  • Clean out hallway closet...... Hmmmm another hard one. That's it!! Take enough out of the closet to close the door. Outta sight outta mind. Hmmmm this other stuff can go under a bed. Scratch nine.

  • Boy-O-Boy am I good! Lunch time. Pour some chili into the cracker bag and eat. Taaa daaa!! No lunch dishes !!!

  • Do laundry.....no problem I can do that while I'm on the computer. Scratch ten.

  • Fold laundry.....(Dang, 'ya know, I never noticed how many pink things this family actually wears! Gonna have to ask 'da little lady why she buys me pale pink underwear?? Hey!! Check this out!! A cashmere Barbie sweater, cool! Scratch eleven.

  • Put the laundry away....Baskets in bedrooms works for me. Scratch twelve.

  • This is way too easy. Wonder why women always complain about house work???

  • Water the plants...OOPS!! Good thing the carpet is absorbent. Scratch thirteen.

  • Grocery shopping. Buy toilet paper.......These old newspapers will do, besides, that's recycling and that's good for the earth.... Scratch fourteen.

  • Pick up the kids ......Yeah right; we're talking about my kids here. Parents will normally pay to drop them back off. They'll be back. Scratch fifteen.

  • Wonder who's on ICQ??? Awww, I have plenty of time.

  • Make dinner.....Easy! "Hello do you deliver? Uhhh double that. 'Ya I know we'll need more dinner tomorrow". Scratch sixteen.

  • Clean out the dog house......duhh.....the dog sleeps in our bed. Like that needs to be done! Scratch seventeen.

WOW!!! All done!!! Still lots of time to play on the 'puter and take a nap.......Man, this is sooooo easy.......Women must complain about house work just to make us guys think they're working. LOL

Watermelon Cake

(Great for Labor Day Cook Out)

1 18 1/4 ounce package white cake mix
1 3 ounce package watermelon gelatin
2 eggs
1 1/4 cups water
1/4 cup vegetable oil
2 containers of vanilla or cream cheese frosting
red and green gel food coloring
chocolate chips

In a mixing bowl, combine dry cake mix, gelatin, eggs, water and oil. Beat on low speed just until moistened then on high for until well blended. Pour into two greased and floured 9 inch round baking pans.

Bake at 350F for 30 to 35 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes; remove from pans to wire racks to cool completely.

Set aside 2 to 3 tablespoons frosting for decorating. Place one container into a bowl; tint red. Tint second container green. Place one cake layer on a serving plate; spread with 1/2 red frosting to within 1/4 inch of edges. Top with second cake. Frost top with remaining red frosting to within 3/4 inch of edges. Frost sides and top edge with green frosting.

Place reserve white frosting in a small plastic baggie, cut 1/4 inch hole in one corner. Pipe around top edge of cake where green and red frosting meets. For seeds, insert chocolate chips upside down into the cake top.


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