Tuesday, October 26, 2010

It Never Hurts To Repeat Yourself....

In honor of my niece Sheila's starting a blog here at Blogger, and because she is the first and ONLY member of my family other than Thomas and the kids that I am (knowingly) sharing my blog with, I have decided to re-post an entry I did my very first year of blogging in 2005. This is a post that is in my Dusty Pages Archives blog, and features possibly her first attempt at diplomacy.

Dated Wednesday, October 19, 2005:

And that reminds me.........

Well, Sunday I redeemed myself by making homemade vegetable soup and cornbread, and as I sat down here to decide what I was going to write, the vegetable soup reminded me of a "soup" story. This story was written down by the family "historian/scribe", my sister Barbara, years ago, and I'm sure she did a better job than I'm going to do, but I'll give it a shot -- because it's a cute story.

I was about 10 years old, and it was a cold, snowy, blustery day. My nieces and nephew and I had been playing outside and were very happy to come in to my Mom's nice warm kitchen, smelling deliciously of her homemade vegetable soup. We gathered around the kitchen table, bowls of soup in front of us, my mom and four of my sisters ladling soup into their own bowls, pouring cups of coffee and talking away.

Suddenly in the middle of their conversation, my three-year-old niece, Evonne, piped up with, "Pidah in my tsoup!" The conversation continued, so she tried again, "Pidah in my tsoup!"

"What's she saying?"

"I don't know; sounds like she's saying there's a spider in her soup!"

"Well, there is! There is a spider in her soup!"

No one knew how the spider came to be in her soup, but the soup was disposed of, a fresh bowl was given her, and talk turned inevitably to such topics as -- places in the earth where spiders might be eaten -- times of famine in which perhaps we might be happy to have spiders to eat, etc. My seven-year-old nephew, Bill, always a picky eater anyway, stated, "Well, I wouldn't eat it!"

My seven-year-old niece, Sheila, (definitely her mother's daughter!), tried a compromise. "Well, if you cut its head off...."

Bill: "I still wouldn't eat it!"

Sheila: "Well, if you cut its legs off...."

Bill: "I still wouldn't eat it!"

Sheila: "Well, if you drained all the blood out!"

Bill: "I STILL wouldn't eat it!"

At which point Sheila's mother, my sister Dennice, offered reassuringly, "That's okay, Sheila. Sometimes no matter how you prepare something, the men won't eat it!"

I hope everyone enjoyed that, and Sheila, if you are reading this, I hope you don't mind! :)


Gerry said...

Cute story. I am glad the little girl recognized that she really did have a spider in her soup. I enjoyed this story because I made a most delicious hamburger soup today with a lot of fresh vegetables in it. You tell your family stories very well.

Barbara said...

Cute story! Her first lesson in the futility of trying to please a man. ;o)


This story made me smile. I once ate fried grasshoppers, as a child. As I recall, so did my cousin Karen. But my little brother, said, "No way".

Lori said...

Terry, my sister Lois' best friend in school once ate fried grasshoppers. She said they tasted like popcorn!

lisaschaos said...

Love it! And now she's a blogger too? Fun!

I Have Tea said...

Loved the story. It's good to read you again, Lori. Hope the kids and Thomas well.

Missie said...

Now I'm hungry for soup but minus the spider! LOL

Hope you're having a good Halloween weekend.