OMG!! My mother has returned! Her favourite thing at funerals was to flounce up the casket, strike a pose, and announce, “Doesn’t she look natural.”
I liked funerals, particularly those of my Czech grandparents families around Houston. There was very little difference between a wedding or a funeral, though there was less kissing of small children at the funerals. I hated having some elderly cousin plant a wet one on me whilst saying, “Oh Mike-e-ul, aren’t you grown up.” The service was usually over by 11 am and everyone would repair to the parish hall or someone’s farm. There was lots of BBQ, sausage, soda, sausage, pie, cake, sausage, kolaches and watermelon. Did I mention sausage? Us cousins would play outside all day and have a great time while the grownups ate and drank home brew beer until dark. Sometimes we’d sneak in and listen to their stories. We invariably got into trouble and were punished later. It was always worth it.
OMG!! My mother has returned! Her favourite thing at funerals was to flounce up the casket, strike a pose, and announce, “Doesn’t she look natural.”
I liked funerals, particularly those of my Czech grandparents families around Houston. There was very little difference between a wedding or a funeral, though there was less kissing of small children at the funerals. I hated having some elderly cousin plant a wet one on me whilst saying, “Oh Mike-e-ul, aren’t you grown up.” The service was usually over by 11 am and everyone would repair to the parish hall or someone’s farm. There was lots of BBQ, sausage, soda, sausage, pie, cake, sausage, kolaches and watermelon. Did I mention sausage? Us cousins would play outside all day and have a great time while the grownups ate and drank home brew beer until dark. Sometimes we’d sneak in and listen to their stories. We invariably got into trouble and were punished later. It was always worth it.