By Robert Darnell [Date unknown]
Thought you might like to hear about our Christmas Eve.
Our next door neighbor, Richard and Doris Malliet went to Louisiana for Christmas. They asked us to watch their house. They left their key with us, also their phone number in La.
When it got dark Christmas Eve we picked up Sylvia and Alicia and drove around for a couple of hours looking at decorations and lights.
Then at eleven o'clock we went to candlelight services at the Church. It was very pretty and impressive. Everybody enjoyed it very much and really got the old Christmas Spirit.
We got home about twelve-thirty and it was pretty nippy. As we drove up we noticed a white van in the Malliet's driveway which hadn't been there before and since they weren't home it looked pretty suspicious.
We called our block patrol captain and he said to call the police. While waiting for them we all sneaked around out in the yard trying to see if anyone was in the house.
Jerre called Doris Malliet in Louisiana to see if anyone should be over there with a white van, and she said, "No," and was mighty worried. But we told her we would take care of it and let her know what was going on.
Then we decided to go to the house on the other side of them and see if they knew about the van. Sure enough they had visitors and someone had parked the van there, knowing that the Malliet's were out of town.
So that cleared everything up and when the cops finally came everybody wished everybody a Merry Christmas and went home.
So that's all there is to it, Old Mom, Hunter, not much of a story but better than nothing.
Happy New Years.
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Saturday, January 24, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Trip to NASA
By Robert Darnell
We all come to each occasion different directions and the great variety offered by that fact is what makes life so downright interesting.
We here in Houston think of love, live with, communicate. With Hunter, Old Mom, Mrs Lloyd O, and our own special term -- behind her back, of course -- "The Old Bitch" from our own direction.
Any reference to or about Old Mom, that Grand Lady, is always with the highest respect and admiration. We have no lows or negatives regarding her.
What we have are fond memories of our time spent with her. Time which goes way, way back. Of course there are so many things to think about we could write volumes.
But one of the recent days that we spent together was this Spring. We all wanted to go out to NASA to tour the Space Museum and Rocket Park.
It was a raw, windy grayish day and when we parked we were happy that the museum was all inside and comfortable. But it didn't turn out that way because the exhibit encompassed many buildings spaced out over a least a mile.
Hunter wanted to see it all, so we plowed through those buildings and down those windy stretches like a group of Japanese tourists. Old Mom posed for a picture by a moon landing vehicle and she said: "Does that really go to the moon? I'd like to take a ride in that."
After we walked our legs off up to our knees we went down to Kemah to find some seafood. After checking around to find a place that suited our needs and tastes we found one sticking out over the water, up two flights of stairs. Bob was pulling, catching, helping Old Mom up the stairs and I tell you she was like a limp rag doll by the time they got to the top.
She said, "Whew, Bob, that was some climb. Let's get some of that fish and hot coffee."
That night when we got back home and cozy-ed down, Old Mom didn't have to take any sleeping pills. Nor did any of the others. Our tribute to her is that she is a true scout, a participant, a non-complainer, a good companion. We love her.
That's the direction that we come from in our tribute to Old Mom. We will be waiting expectantly until she comes next year and we can get on with it.
We all come to each occasion different directions and the great variety offered by that fact is what makes life so downright interesting.
We here in Houston think of love, live with, communicate. With Hunter, Old Mom, Mrs Lloyd O, and our own special term -- behind her back, of course -- "The Old Bitch" from our own direction.
Any reference to or about Old Mom, that Grand Lady, is always with the highest respect and admiration. We have no lows or negatives regarding her.
What we have are fond memories of our time spent with her. Time which goes way, way back. Of course there are so many things to think about we could write volumes.
But one of the recent days that we spent together was this Spring. We all wanted to go out to NASA to tour the Space Museum and Rocket Park.
It was a raw, windy grayish day and when we parked we were happy that the museum was all inside and comfortable. But it didn't turn out that way because the exhibit encompassed many buildings spaced out over a least a mile.
Hunter wanted to see it all, so we plowed through those buildings and down those windy stretches like a group of Japanese tourists. Old Mom posed for a picture by a moon landing vehicle and she said: "Does that really go to the moon? I'd like to take a ride in that."
After we walked our legs off up to our knees we went down to Kemah to find some seafood. After checking around to find a place that suited our needs and tastes we found one sticking out over the water, up two flights of stairs. Bob was pulling, catching, helping Old Mom up the stairs and I tell you she was like a limp rag doll by the time they got to the top.
She said, "Whew, Bob, that was some climb. Let's get some of that fish and hot coffee."
That night when we got back home and cozy-ed down, Old Mom didn't have to take any sleeping pills. Nor did any of the others. Our tribute to her is that she is a true scout, a participant, a non-complainer, a good companion. We love her.
That's the direction that we come from in our tribute to Old Mom. We will be waiting expectantly until she comes next year and we can get on with it.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Old Mom
A letter by Robert Darnell [Date unknown, Note: Old Mom was 85]
Old Mom,
This is your old friend Bob.
All my friends ask me how my beautiful mother-in-law can be 85, look 60, and act 40?
I tell them it's because she eats apples and carrots and takes a beauty nap every afternoon.
They are all doing that now.
Don't forget I'm going to get you some jogging shoes and work-out suit next birthday.
Have a good time in California. I love you and thanks for your daughter.
Love,
Bob
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Old Mom,
This is your old friend Bob.
All my friends ask me how my beautiful mother-in-law can be 85, look 60, and act 40?
I tell them it's because she eats apples and carrots and takes a beauty nap every afternoon.
They are all doing that now.
Don't forget I'm going to get you some jogging shoes and work-out suit next birthday.
Have a good time in California. I love you and thanks for your daughter.
Love,
Bob
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