Sunday Morning Coffee: A Memory

Here’s a memory you may enjoy reading.

Linda's Bible Study

It’s snowing heavily. Wasn’t supposed to start until sometime after five tonight. Watching the big, fat flakes drift down has triggered a memory. I may have written this one before, don’t remember. So here goes.

We lived in southern Minnesota. I was 17, a senior in high school. My little brother, John, was three.

Mom had suffered severe problems for a long time with issues that finally led to her having surgery, a complete hysterectomy including her ovaries, which put her into medical menopause. It was March, when the area we lived in often got the worst blizzards of the winter. Dad had driven from St. James to the hospital in Madelia, a 15-mile trip, to spend some time with Mom. Johnny and I hunkered down for the day, played some games, read some of his favorite stories, and generally just relaxed.

I decided to make a big pot of…

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Who Moved my Water!

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The judge was furious! He banged his gavel and insisted that whoever had moved his water come forward immediately and restore it to his desk. Dire legal action would be taken if the culprit did not ‘fess up forthwith. Such impudence would not be tolerated!

A timid court clerk nervously cleared her throat. “Uh, Sir, Your Honor, your water is right there on the railing, near the plant.”

The judge blinked, bright red suffusing his neck and face.

“Oh. Heh. I was going to give the plant a drink. Guess I forgot. First case, please!”

No News

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“So, Brad, what’s the news feature today?”

“Dunno yet.”

“WHAT! We’re ON in three minutes!”

“They didn’t give me a script yet.”

“Well, we can fix that!” June scanned the studio, amazed that she saw absolutely–no one. Not a soul. No one on the cameras, sound, lights– not even the hair and make-up people fussing over her last minute touch-ups.

“One minute! I don’t understand—–“

And everything went dark.

Waiting

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Before I write today’s story, I just want to share this with you before I forget. I was at the Walmart, heading for the dairy case. My path took me through the section for adult beverages. Since I don’t drink, I never paid much attention to anything there, but this item caught my eye. If you’ve been with me for any length of time, you will know why:

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The anticipation, like pre-Christmas excitement, filled the auditorium. Sound inspected, lights checked, special effects ready. The support staff armed themselves with snacks and drinks. Behind the scenes, they didn’t have to worry about being caught on film.

The band members huddled in one of the dressing rooms, arms over each others’ shoulders, pep-talking each other and trying to calm their nerves.

A tap came on the door. “Ready, fellas? Time!”

“Yeah. Ready. Let’s go, guys!”

The audience erupted with screams and cheers as the band bounded onto the stage.

An explosive roar turned the cheers to screams. No concert after all.

Wrong Place

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Mother (she was never Mom, Mommy, or Mama) stood, foot tapping, arms folded across her stomach, her face the very picture of doom.

The three children lined up by age, waiting. Who would be the target this time?

“Which of you was touching my things?” The children looked back at her, not flinching or glancing away.

“The black marker is in the paper clip bowl! WHO? You may as well tell me, or you will all be punished.”

Her rage was amazing to see.