(no subject)
Two asides to follow up on the anecdote in my last post:
My old family story was brought to mind first because it was my Grandpa’s birthday, but also because my Mom and I were sitting in the breakfast nook looking through the weekly supermarket ads and fast food/restaurant coupons. We received a coupon page for Souplantation, and I asked my Mom if she would be interested in using any of them (neither of us had ever patronized Souplantation). She got a bit riled up (in a half-joking, half-serious way): “My father did NOT work in the cotton fields and you did NOT track your lineage back to your enslaved ancestors for us to voluntarily walk into a place called SouPLANTATION!” Needless to say, I threw those coupons away. ;-)
And another amusing addition to my Grandpa’s life story. My Grandpa LOVED golf. My Mom inherited his old wooden clubs and golf bag. While working as an aerospace engineer for McDonnell Douglas, he befriended a co-worker who was also golf enthusiast: Earl Woods, aka. Tiger Woods’ dad. So yes, my Grandpa knew Tiny Tiger. :-D
Because apparently, my grandparents knew everyone. Don't even get me started on the people my Nana knew. ::points to icon and all around, even Gandalf, for goodness sake::
I've turned into someone I swore I never would. An Instagram food photographer. SIIIGGGGGHHHHH.
This entry was originally posted at https://shadowhuntress.dreamwidth.org/347713.html. Comment wherever you prefer.
My old family story was brought to mind first because it was my Grandpa’s birthday, but also because my Mom and I were sitting in the breakfast nook looking through the weekly supermarket ads and fast food/restaurant coupons. We received a coupon page for Souplantation, and I asked my Mom if she would be interested in using any of them (neither of us had ever patronized Souplantation). She got a bit riled up (in a half-joking, half-serious way): “My father did NOT work in the cotton fields and you did NOT track your lineage back to your enslaved ancestors for us to voluntarily walk into a place called SouPLANTATION!” Needless to say, I threw those coupons away. ;-)
And another amusing addition to my Grandpa’s life story. My Grandpa LOVED golf. My Mom inherited his old wooden clubs and golf bag. While working as an aerospace engineer for McDonnell Douglas, he befriended a co-worker who was also golf enthusiast: Earl Woods, aka. Tiger Woods’ dad. So yes, my Grandpa knew Tiny Tiger. :-D
Because apparently, my grandparents knew everyone. Don't even get me started on the people my Nana knew. ::points to icon and all around, even Gandalf, for goodness sake::
I've turned into someone I swore I never would. An Instagram food photographer. SIIIGGGGGHHHHH.
This entry was originally posted at https://shadowhuntress.dreamwidth.org/347713.html. Comment wherever you prefer.