Mother’s day in Porters Falls is rather unique, as I guess most holidays there are.
You can't make this stuff up! This is un-embellished. You need to imagine my mom as Edith Bunker, and dad, maybe Tim Wilson. My sister and her husband where there also, as we were watching the Player’s Championship.
My sister: They have the toaster that I want at Walmart. How about we stop and get it on the way home?
My brother-in-law: We're not getting a four-slice model. You cook one slice and the three empty chambers sit there wasting electricity.
Tim: Is he serious?
Dad: Turn the TV up please.
Mom: Oh! I remember when we got electricity. Your Aunt Jane was a baby and she used to stare up at the light bulb on the ceiling, like she was entertained.
Tim: That was from exposure to lead paint.
Mom: Oh, but electricity was a real treat for us! And then, as soon as we got electricity, you know what we got next?
Tim: Electrocuted?
Mom: No, we got a toaster! We were tickled to death!
Tim: Again, ...lead paint.
Dad: I can't hear the TV
Mom: We never dreamed of a TV back then, in the 50's.
Dad: You couldn't have heard it anyway.
