Quarrels and Quills - The Play by Post Role-Playing Community - Powered by vBulletin
Page 9 of 10 FirstFirst ... 78910 LastLast
Results 81 to 90 of 95

Thread: Storytime

  1. #81
    Dad's Father’s Citizenship

    There was a time when Dad’s father had to prove his citizenship twice over.

    Dad’s father was born in 1898 in Hemet County, California. In the early 1900’s, the county building burned down, and all records were lost. So the earliest records they had were from 1920, stating that he was in San Luis Obispo County. So Dad’s father got a signed affidavit from his mother saying where and when he was born.

    However, during the First World War, the U.S.A granted citizenship to everyone who had served in the army. So they accepted his mother’s affidavit plus proof of his time in the army as the two necessary proofs of citizenship. If he had had the records from Hemet County, he wouldn’t have needed the rest.
    Last edited by Anne Elizabeth Baldwin; 09-21-2017 at 12:28 AM.

  2. #82
    Dad Makes and Repairs Musical Instruments

    The Broken Banjo Neck

    I was living in Minneapolis. I had gone to school there and was now working as a teacher. I taught English which had nothing to do with my interests in botany and science. But I was always good at wood working and did musical instrument repair working out of my home. People would send my instruments from as far away as Colorado. One day I got package in the mail with a broken fingerboard from a banjo. I had to make a whole new fingerboard. I made all the measurements and made an exact duplicate he could glue back on the neck. To ship it back to the customer, I attached the fingerboard to a two by four with tape. Everything seemed as secure as it could be. But a week or so later, the customer called to tell me the whole thing had broken in shipping. How do you break a two-by-four? How? It must have been run over by one of the trucks, but I still don’t understand how it could have broken.

    But the fingerboard was insured and I was able to make a new one. No problem. I got the insurance money and sent him the new fingerboard and everyone was happy.

  3. #83
    Back in Hilo:

    The Frenchman

    In the mid 1960’s, the Hilo Extension of the University of Hawai’i hosted a French Institute to teach high school French Teachers. The institute staff were native French Speakers.

    Dad drove a vehicle to take some of the institute staff around Hilo. He showed the around town, and they happened to pass Hirose Nursery, which had been founded by Mr. and Mrs. Hirose, a Nisei couple of Japanese ancestry. It was a nursery and plant shop that grew plants, and sold plants on the local market.

    After the vehicle passed Hirose Nursery, one of the teaching staff members asked “What kind of a rose is a Hirose?” He pronounced it as if that was a kind of a rose: HE-rohz. (Mr. and Mrs. Hirose (and most folks in Hilo) pronounced it the Japanese way, with three syllables: hee-ROH-see.)

  4. #84
    Back in Hilo:

    That Sinking Feeling

    Dad and his friend Guy went to Ka’u, and went down the Ka’u Desert Trail. Before they got to the Footprints area, they found a cluster of spatter cones from an old eruption.

    Guy decided to try to cross the floor of one of the spatter cones. When Guy was about half way across, the floor of the spatter cone began to settle. Then Guy scrambled to get back off the spatter cone. The floor was still sinking when he got off. He was lucky the whole thing didn’t collapse under him.

    As Guy stood on the edge of the spatter cone, Dad said to him, “Guy, do you ever get that sinking feeling?”

  5. #85
    People Dad Knew: Tom Fugimura

    Dad remembers Tom Fugimura, a fellow from Kaua’i who Dad knew in Pittsburgh Kansas. Tom couldn’t get saimin, a favorite local/oriental soup in Hawai’i, nor could he get the ingredients to make saimin. So he did the best he could. He got a can of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup, and added chopped up green parts of green onions. Then he took bacon fried until it’s crisp, and he broke that up and added it to the soup. He also added more noodles, and scrambled eggs, fried them thin, and cut them into thin strips that weren’t very long. Then he simmered it on the stove, and that was their soup.
    Last edited by Anne Elizabeth Baldwin; 10-27-2017 at 01:13 AM.

  6. #86
    Coalinga the first place Dad lived outside of Hilo Hawai’i: Sequoia National Park

    Dad went up to Sequia National Park, next to King’s Canyon National Park at least twice while he lived in Coalinga.

    Spotting a Kitty

    Dad was living in Coalinga, and some Coalinga students were going up to Sequoia National Park. He joined them. Along the way, they spotted a kitty by the road. He was a little large for a kitty, and he had tufts on his ears. They didn’t disturb him in any way. They didn’t even get out of the car. They did stop to look at him.

    Somebody said “Here’s a wildcat.”

    Somebody else pointed out the tufts on his ears. Those told them he was a lynx.

    The kitty bared his teeth in warning.

    They drove off. Dad suspects the kitty went back into the forest, and was quite possibly a mother cat with kittens.

    A Restaurant

    In the same trip as the kitty, they stopped at a Chinese restaurant. They went in, and Dad ordered some chop suey. They served it with a knife and fork. Dad asked for chopsticks. They brought them, and he started to eat his chop suey with them.

    Dad looked up from his eating, and saw a small boy watching him intently. The boy’s mother was very embarrassed, and tried to apologize to Dad for her son.

    Dad said, “Don’t be embarrassed. He’s probably never seen someone eat with chopsticks before.”

    Downhill skiing

    On another trip to Sequoia National Park, Dad had rare success with downhill skiing. The night before had had six feet of snow. Six feet is pretty deep. It was slow going – slow enough he could use parallel skis, instead of pointed-in skis like beginners usually have to. He even had to lean back on the skis to get them to go. It was slow, but he was actually skiing.

  7. #87
    I'm continuing to enjoy your stories, Anne!

    I had no idea there were lynxes in Hawaii.
    "Sleep to dream, and we dream to live..." -Great Big Sea

  8. #88
    I'm glad you're enjoying the stories, MK.

    There aren't lynxes in Hawai'i, tho. The story about the lynx is from Dad's time in California, when he was going to Coalinga Junior College for his associate's degree. He spent 17 years going to college on the mainland, including a couple of years trying working in industry and deciding he preferred college and teaching. So after that, he got his PhD. He hadn't been thinking of coming home to Hilo until his parents said there was a job here. Then he surprised himself with how much he wanted the job. He wondered if he wanted to stay at first, but he decided he did.

  9. #89
    Oh okay, makes sense, I just got confused on the timeline and spaced out on where Sequoia would be.
    Last edited by Monkey Kitty; 11-01-2017 at 03:53 AM.

  10. #90
    That's understandable, MK. Sequoia National Park is in California. I'll try to be clearer next time, since Dad has moved around a fair bit. Thanks for the reminder. {Smile}

Page 9 of 10 FirstFirst ... 78910 LastLast

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts