Yesterday a situation arose, and I had to have a minor procedure done. I’m fine, but have been really tired tonight, and wasn’t feeling the inspiration for a Fun Friday post… then my dear friend, Sarah Salter, stepped up and offered to share a cute story about Oreos. She did a last minute guest post for me, for which I’m extremely grateful.
Who doesn’t love a story about delicious chocolate cookies with those yummy (albeit waxy) centers…
Thanks, Sarah!
It was about 1959 and my Mom was 7 years old. Mama’s Daddy was a United Methodist preacher, and although he was from the coast (Morehead City, if you know where that is) the bishop had sent him to pastor a church in Western North Carolina.
But a couple times a year (mostly Christmas and summer vacation) Grandmama and Granddaddy would take the kids to the coast to visit the family. It was on one of these trips when “the Oreo incident” occurred.
In 1959, there were no minivans. Larger families like my grandparents’ family had station wagons. When it came time for the family trip to the coast, Grandmama and Granddaddy took their four kids (Cloman- age 11, Carolyn- age 7, Becky- age 5, and Martha- the baby) and loaded them into the station wagon. Only, at this time, Granddaddy’s Mama (aka Granny) and Granddaddy’s Sister (aka Auntie) and Auntie’s 5-year-old daughter Muriel were living with them as well.
So when the day came to leave for the coast, the station wagon was loaded to the gills and practically dragging the ground as they left town. Four adults. Four children. One baby. And the dog. (I’m not kidding.) And on top of all of the people, Granddaddy had the luggage strapped to the top of the car.
Oh, Lord, what I wouldn’t do for a picture of that!
Of course, the pastor’s family couldn’t miss church on a Sunday, so Granddaddy preached first… and then still wearing his starched white shirt and tie, he put the family in the car and pointed it East.
Mama doesn’t remember how far they had gotten when someone noticed that Muriel (sitting in Auntie’s lap in the seat behind Granddaddy) had an empty Oreo bag in her hand, and dark crumbs on her pinafore. It was too late! And as the entire back seat watched in horror, Muriel vomited the entire bag of Oreos down the back of Granddaddy’s immaculate white dress shirt!
Muriel is grown with four kids and some grandkids now, but “the Oreo incident” will forever be part of the Staton family folklore!
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Eeeew. One has to wonder how she managed to eat the whole bag without anyone noticing?
As far as the full stationwagon… all I can picture is the Brady Bunch and the shows when they went on vacations, like to the ghost town. But then, you are probably too young to remember those episodes…
Ginny, in 1983, when I was five years old, my parents packed the four of us into their blue Chevy and decided to take a road trip from our home in SE North Carolina (near Wilmington) to Fort Knox, Kentucky (to visit a friend). Then, we left Fort Knox and drove to Fort Wayne, Indiana (to visit family). Then, we continued to Kalamazoo, Michigan (to visit more family). My parents were pretty broke at the time and so we ate sandwiches and fruit the whole trip, which really wasn’t a problem. But then on the way home, the car broke down and we didn’t have the money to get it fixed. I still don’t know how we got home, but I do know that my Dad said, “Never again!” And sure as shootin’, we never did it again!
At least your auntie learned she got carsick if she ate while the car was moving before becoming a driver. Yep. One day I was late for work and ate at stop lights. Ewwwwwww.
Who knew that vomiting could be such an educational experience?
Reminds me of a story from my childhood involving all-you-can-eat popcorn shrimp and a long car ride back to Oklahoma from Springfield, MO. Let’s just say, I should have eaten less than all I could eat…
See, don’t you wish you had met Wendy before that so you would know that FISH ARE FRIENDS, NOT FOOD!
You know, that probably wouldn’t have happened if they’d been double stuffed… ;o)