My paternal grandfather, known as Papa, died before I was born but I often hear wonderful stories about him. Here is one that my father loves to tell.
The following is the story, in my father’s words:
When my dad (Papa) was a Conductor on a freight train, they would tie it up on each trip in Farmersburg, Indiana. The men ate and slept in the Caboose while they were on the road. Several nights a week, one of the local restaurants served fried fish, so they would eat there. After dinner, Dad would always purchase a small sack of chocolate drops from the local store to eat on the way back to the caboose. One of his co-workers, Abby Shaw, was a practical joker. He would grab the sack of chocolate from Dad’s hands, take off running, and empty it in his mouth before he could be caught. This happened on a frequent basis.
A few nights later at home, Dad had several boxes of Ex-lax that he broke up and placed in a sack. He carefully placed the sack in his pocket the next time they went out for their regular fish dinner. As they were walking back to the caboose, he took the newly made sack out and pretended to eat it. Abby Shaw immediately ran past Papa, grabbing the sack on his way, and quickly ate the whole thing.
The next morning as they were at the Mine, picking up coal cars, Abby jumped off the engine to open the switch and promptly filled his shoes (no one knew this at the time). The group was ready to leave and couldn’t find Abby. A while later, someone located him at the river, washing his long underwear, overalls, socks and shoes. This broke him of the habit of stealing candy.
Comments
lol.. I like the way your Dad thinks, but I am evil like that too!
Posted by: debby at August 11, 2005 07:34 PM
Shit???
Posted by: Yabu at August 12, 2005 12:42 AM
Moogie (if that IS your real name),
:)
I included you and a few others in my blog post today, and so I am out now, shamelessly plugging my blog. Have a great day.
-Chase
Posted by: chase at August 12, 2005 09:20 AM
Hmm nice one :). Reminds me of a story a friend of mine told me about when he was at boarding school - his dad was in the army so when went there. Every Wednesday Morning they had Gym class and he'd have a bottle of coke with him so he could drink it after but it kept being drank, so one day he put in some syrup of figs and lets just say it didn't happen again. Good Story
Posted by: Gopher at August 12, 2005 03:30 PM
Hi. I'm Chase's Father. He included us all on his bolg. Feel free to shoot him.
Posted by: chip nelson at August 12, 2005 06:03 PM
My mom used to threaten to put exlax in brownies before a road trip, just so my stepdad would stop the freaking car once in awhile.
So that sort of gave me an idea of what might have happened. I'm kind glad she never went through with her plan. Blech!
So, Lemonade?
Posted by: Robin at August 12, 2005 08:19 PM