FRIDAY
"Many Hands make the work Light"
What fun, a house full of family, all working toward the common goal
of making this the most memorable Wedding possible.
Four generations all sharing the joy and anticipation of the great day.
We started working on the cookie trays at Thanksgiving time.
Three generations of our family got together during the month of December.
They also made at least one hundred dinner plate size bows to decorate the house
archways, and banisters, as well as the Reception area.
I felt the most comfortable in the Kitchen,
and prepared our Thursday evening dinner
for the team of 13 "Helpers".
On Friday as we continued with the preparations,
we created a huge pot of HOBO Soup, similar to that
which Russ and I had experienced this summer, while traveling
with Fantasy RV Tours.
.
It was full to the top, before we began serving.
We had half a pot leftover of HOBO Soup
which was safely stored on the deck, overnight.
The next morning, the fun began.
We began delegating jobs to the men, and asked one of our guests
(name withheld to save further embarrassment)
to please shovel the deck.
Rita warned him to beware of the Soup pot
setting on the wrought iron pedestal table.
In fact, she suggested putting the Soup Pot
on the floor of the deck for safe keeping.
A significant member of the household interjected,
"----" how old are you?,
to which he replied "29".
I was told, "I think he is old enough to
know how to shovel a deck."
Well, you can almost guess the end of the story, right?
Before I had slinked off to the kitchen,
our grand daughter screamed,
"OH NO"!!!
You guessed it, our "Unnamed guest" had backed into
the pedestal table and spilled the half full pot of soup
on the frozen deck surface.
I can guarantee our HOBO Soup
story will be one of our family favorites for years to come.
It already is worth the lost Soup. I know two
men in the family who settled for only a banana
as their lunch, in place of the
nice leftover soup we had planned.
It was full to the top, before we began serving.
We had half a pot leftover of HOBO Soup
which was safely stored on the deck, overnight.
The next morning, the fun began.
We began delegating jobs to the men, and asked one of our guests
(name withheld to save further embarrassment)
to please shovel the deck.
Rita warned him to beware of the Soup pot
setting on the wrought iron pedestal table.
In fact, she suggested putting the Soup Pot
on the floor of the deck for safe keeping.
A significant member of the household interjected,
"----" how old are you?,
to which he replied "29".
I was told, "I think he is old enough to
know how to shovel a deck."
Well, you can almost guess the end of the story, right?
Before I had slinked off to the kitchen,
our grand daughter screamed,
"OH NO"!!!
You guessed it, our "Unnamed guest" had backed into
the pedestal table and spilled the half full pot of soup
on the frozen deck surface.
I can guarantee our HOBO Soup
story will be one of our family favorites for years to come.
It already is worth the lost Soup. I know two
men in the family who settled for only a banana
as their lunch, in place of the
nice leftover soup we had planned.
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