Simply put:
Grandma and Grandpa served beer
Risa and Sari attended high school and college
My dad, now employed as a brewery truck driver
Delivered cases of beer, all around town
And thus did repealing prohibition, coupled with realism
Add income to the family coffers, which
Grew ever more solvent, over time
By the time my dad swept my mom off her feet
At the dance where they'd met
Jennie's prince charming
Who'd fallen in love with farming—
Had crossed the ocean twice—
And as this pioneer farmer
Had thought to move forward with the times
My dad found himself fated to
Create safe haven for his family
By trading in liquor
For the rest of his professional life
Suggesting, once again
Grandma and Grandpa served beer
Risa and Sari attended high school and college
My dad, now employed as a brewery truck driver
Delivered cases of beer, all around town
And thus did repealing prohibition, coupled with realism
Add income to the family coffers, which
Grew ever more solvent, over time
By the time my dad swept my mom off her feet
At the dance where they'd met
Jennie's prince charming
Who'd fallen in love with farming—
Had crossed the ocean twice—
And as this pioneer farmer
Had thought to move forward with the times
My dad found himself fated to
Create safe haven for his family
By trading in liquor
For the rest of his professional life
Suggesting, once again
That as each person's path unfolds
The nature of historic events
Creates unexpected twists and turns
Which often prove stranger than fiction
Tomorrow, I'll post Aunt Risa's email response to my questions concerning how Grandpa Yacob earned his keep before Grandma Bailey and seven year old Jack joined him in the new world …
After that, we'll take an intimate look at Jennie's childhood to see why my mom had had sound reason to consider my dad—Prince Charming :)
Gosh! Have you noticed what a circuitous path my think tank is taking while cycling round to my high school days? I mean think about it: Our time machine has zigzagged from my gradeschool years in Bully for Me to my pre-teen years in First Kiss, then back to my early childhood in Twinkle Twinkle Little Star before leaping way back on the time line to the early 1900's, suggesting that I've chosen to heal my pain at having lost my parents by diving into their youth insteading of diving into my high school adventures, which will be posted right after my mom and dad marry, because stories, describing highlights of my character development during childhood have already been posted, suggesting that if my subconscious comes up with another stall—we'll need to ask: What truth must I fear uncovering while diving into the deep end of my mind during my high school years???
The nature of historic events
Creates unexpected twists and turns
Which often prove stranger than fiction
And thus, if you work hard
And find that your dreams actually do come true
You prove to be a lucky duck, indeed
You prove to be a lucky duck, indeed
Tomorrow, I'll post Aunt Risa's email response to my questions concerning how Grandpa Yacob earned his keep before Grandma Bailey and seven year old Jack joined him in the new world …
After that, we'll take an intimate look at Jennie's childhood to see why my mom had had sound reason to consider my dad—Prince Charming :)
Gosh! Have you noticed what a circuitous path my think tank is taking while cycling round to my high school days? I mean think about it: Our time machine has zigzagged from my gradeschool years in Bully for Me to my pre-teen years in First Kiss, then back to my early childhood in Twinkle Twinkle Little Star before leaping way back on the time line to the early 1900's, suggesting that I've chosen to heal my pain at having lost my parents by diving into their youth insteading of diving into my high school adventures, which will be posted right after my mom and dad marry, because stories, describing highlights of my character development during childhood have already been posted, suggesting that if my subconscious comes up with another stall—we'll need to ask: What truth must I fear uncovering while diving into the deep end of my mind during my high school years???
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