Monday, February 20, 2006
Mema likes to travel. At age 89, she is slowing down some now. Being a widow lady and the only survivor of four younger sisters, living alone in Louisiana until a couple of years ago, and not being able to drive have slowed her down even as well.
Well, she used to go a lot. By car with her former husband or by train using her RR employee spouse pass before she remarried [Mrs. Jim lost her father at age seven].
The story. While in California visiting cousins, she was offered a nighttime glass of beer. Mema said no thanks; she doesn’t drink beer and has never tasted it.
Well, it goes, how about just a little taste then? We always divide a beer before we go to bed, most every night.
Maybe just a little, as about three-fourths an inch was being poured.
Mema raised the glass to her mouth. At that exact time, the floor shook, the walls rattled, and things started falling. It was a California earthquake.
The beer didn’t get drank, then or ever since.
Big question: Did Mema join us for a champagne toast on her birthday yesterday?
[be sure to look at the Mema birthday pictures below]
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