A Family Conversation: Ron Brown and LadyG Discuss the Cool Uncle’s Story

 

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Cool Uncle aka Daddy (Sembach Airbase 1965)

“A Family Conversation” is a storytelling audio series that features weekly discussions between blogging cousins LadyG and Ron Brown on current events and featured blog posts.

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“My uncle was as cool as a ’65 Thunderbird!”

-Ron Brown

Yep, that’s precisely how Ron describes my Daddy’s vibe from his younger days as a MP in the United States Air Force.

Folks said he was as cool as a cucumber…

A tall drink of water…

A pretty redbone…

Clearly, LadyG loves a good cliché

LOL!

All that aside, Ron’s cool uncle tells some awesome tales from his post-military days working on the railroad in the late 1960’s through the late 1990’s.

And so…

We invite you to join us in today’s sessions as we talk about Ron’s cool uncle (my Dad) RailroadConductor67’s post, “Santa’s Helper.”

As usual, Ron and I often found ourselves sidetracked!

Our conversation quickly galloped from Lysol to Clorox to wild game to storytelling where it crashed, head on, into Rickie Lee Jones.

But it gets better considering the fact that Rickie Lee wasn’t supposed to be a part of the dialogue.

AT.

ALL!

(Warning, a shift from first to third person is coming up so that I may distance myself from “LadyG”)

Yeah, so, you see, it all started when LadyG went on this tangent about Tommy Lee Jones, whom she thought was named Rickie Lee Jones.

Just so you know, Rickie, the female singer, should NEVER be confused with Tommy, the male actor.

They aren’t even kinda the same.

But of course, LadyG cannot be bothered with “facts.”

And, if you stick around to listen to the part 2 audio in this post, you will hear this for yourself.

Anyway…

Remember, you can find my Daddy, Ron’s cool uncle, here under category:  “True Railroad Stories”

You can also find Ron Brown under category “Ron’s Time Tunnel” and at his blog “Time Tunnel” 

Audio does includes some adult language

Part 1 Run time: 30 minutes

Part 2 Run time: 25 minutes

 

Real Good Food: Sunday Comfort!

July 2 Dinner
Homemade Meatloaf with Mashed Potatoes/gravy, English Peas and Vegetable medley

 

Yep! Lady G’s been up since 7:00am EST!

Cooking in the kitchen!

Oh yeah, Daddy is here to help Lady J and I with the garden project that I blogged about last week!

Meatloaf and mashed potatoes are his favorite…sooo…

Voilà!

But ya know what?

It’s raining cats and dogs here in Georgia and Lady J says it’s not supposed to stop until next Sunday!

Curses!

That’s not what I wanted to hear!

Let’s just pray that she’s giving me 11-year-old hyperbole!

LOL!

Stay tuned!

By the way, here’s a picture of Daddy during his days in the United States Air Force-circa 1965.

Daddy US AirForce

 

Daddy spent a whole bunch of time in Germany!

Hence the word “Germany” tacked up on his Military Police Beret.

If you’ve been following this blog, you probably already know that I’ve always wanted to go there.

My son says that when I’m about 90 years old he plans to sit me on his future back-porch, point to a bunch of trees and say, “Hey mama! Look at all that Germany back there! ”

He swears I won’t know the difference! LOL!!

Kids!

Anywhats….Have a great week my friends.  I promise to keep you posted about the garden:)

Love and light to you!

LadyG

😘💋

PS:  Ron Brown! I’m saving yet another plate for you Cuz! 💞

Imaginary Germany

Imaginary Germany
Somewhere in ‘Germany’

Alright, I’ll admit that the picture above was NOT taken in Germany-at least not the real Germany.  Of course, If you are familiar with the flora and fauna native to Germany then you probably already knew that. Now, if you feel that I led you astray, please accept my apologies.  Maybe I can make it up to you later.  So, with that said, I hope that you will indulge me a little bit and join me here as I tell you about my imaginary Germany.  

Now, you might be wondering why I created an imaginary Germany.  Well, in order to answer that question,  I’ll need to offer a bit of background.  By the way, now is a great time to go get a beverage to enjoy while I regale you with this nostalgic tale.  Anyway, when I was a little girl, my dad used to tell me all about these magnificent German castles that he saw as a young military police officer in the United States Air Force.  If memory serves, dad mentioned being stationed at Sembach Air Base which was located near Kaiserslautern, Germany.  By the way, he also mentioned a place called Grunstadt.  Now I can’t tell you a thing about how these places are related, all I know is that Kaiserslautern and Grunstadt are both located somewhere in Germany.  At any rate, Dad’s castle stories were the perfect foundation for my imaginary Germany.

Interestingly, Dad wasn’t my only source for tales about Germany. As fate would have it, when I was about 4 years old, we moved next door to a lady who was from Pirmasens.  Where, pray tell, is Pirmasens? You guessed it!  Germany! Needless to say, as I grew older, I worried this poor lady to death with all kinds of questions about Deutschland. One of my biggest thrills was listening to her speak German with friends and family.  Even though I couldn’t understand a word they said, I had fun pretending that I could.

As the years progressed, this neighbor, as well as her son, became like a second family for me.  Whenever I visited them, I would admire the beautiful steins that she kept in a huge mahogany cabinet near a big brown cuckoo clock.  I remember being so curious about the German artisans who crafted each item. Though I didn’t know anything about them, it was pretty clear to me that there was some manner of sorcery involved in the creation of that cuckoo clock.  Why you ask?  Because it accurately predicted the weather!  You heard me! That clock predicted the weather! My neighbor told me that if the little man popped out of the clock it would be sunny and if the lady came out we could expect rain. Believe it or not, the clock was never wrong! Now if that’s not magic, I just don’t know what is!

By the time I was a teenager, my neighbor would ‘hire me’ to water her garden and care for her dogs whenever she went back to Pirmasens. To say that she had a green thumb was an understatement.  Every spring and summer her garden was filled with a wonderful array of vibrantly colored flowers.  Needless to say, when she was away, I did my best to keep everything just as she had left it.  Who cares that she paid me with German chocolate bars!  I didn’t mind!  I enjoyed the work.  By the way, have you ever tasted genuine German chocolate candy bars? So good!  

Suffice it to say, after years and years of secondhand exposure to Germany, my imaginary Germany grew to be quite robust!

Right now, I can only dream about going to the real Germany.  But, while I wait for this dream to become a reality, I go to imaginary Germany to take alpine hikes and dream of castles, steins, psychic cuckoo clocks, gardens and chocolate bars.

Could somebody please ask Rick Steves if he needs a co-host for his next tour in Germany.

Where in the world do you want to go?

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