Cousin Bill visits his parents . . .
Cousin Bill sent out his "Weekly Ramblings" newsletter, relating a visit with his aged, Ozark-born parents and recounting the following conversation:
I visited with Dad and Mom Saturday afternoon. Both are fine . . . both very talkative. Noticing . . . [Dad's] palm . . . I inquired if the cracked, chapped area was healing.I found this dialogue vastly amusing, particularly my uncle's quips. I hope that I'm as alert when I get old. I don't think I'll make it to 89, however, given my dissolute academic life of hard living as a Gypsy Scholar, but I'm already 54, and if I'd known I'd live this long, I'd've taken better care of myself!
Dad responded with: "If . . . I could get out . . . , I'd find a rain-filled hollowed stump and soak my hand . . . . That'd cure it . . . . That's what the old-timers said anyway."
I asked if that'd cure butt rash . . .
Grinning, Dad advised, "If you could find a big enough stump."
So there you have it . . . .
Mom changed the subject to [her birthday this coming] March 31 . . . "I'll be 99 in March, no, make that 90 . . ."
Which lead into Dad's [remark:] "I didn't ever figure I'd be around to 89 . . ."
Mom's turn again, "Bill, you know, we've been married 68 years . . ."
Dad's response: "Yeah, I know, so let's change the subject."