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And It Is Inherited.

My family is an entire badelynge of odd ducks. It is quite a lot of fun really.
In the household where I was raised there was a policy which I have yet to encounter anywhere else. It was called the "No thank you" helping. At mealtime if there was something you had never tried before but seemed like something you wouldn't like you had to take a single spoonful for your plate as your no thank you helping. Many foods unknown were found to be either delicious or truly repugnant because of this but at least we knew.
During one meal I recall having a bite of some strange sweet pickle relish. I was horrified at the taste and accidentally blurted "that tastes like ****!"
My father looked up and stared into the distance, focusing seemingly on nothing and calmly said "No.... not exactly."
This mysterious counter-point unraveled part of my fathers past and helped explain why I grew to be who I am.

"Back on the farm we all had to do our chores, you see. Before you had any time for you the chores had to be done. When I was a teenager I had a date scheduled with a very pretty girl but the fields needed attention first. I had to spread the manure for the crops which could take hours. Living on a farm, though, you tinker with machines a lot and learn to fix and on occasion modify them so I did. I tinkered with the mechanism on the spreading chute to rotate faster so I could drive faster and be done in time for my date. Unfortunately I was distracted by my upcoming outing so I wasn't paying attention. It seems I also disabled the mechanism that made the chute rotate back and forth and so left it able to swing in a full circle. I realized that is what I did when I was blasted off the seat of the tractor by an avalanche of manure going around 50 miles an hour. That much that fast gives you the ability to reflect later in life at times like these so I can tell you son, honestly, while it is close, it doesn't 'quite' taste the same."

He nodded to himself as if he were happy at his recollection and continued eating.

I love my parents...
Stoneforge Stoneforge 31-35, M 12 Responses Nov 16, 2010

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Great story hehehe

Your dad sounds...absolutely delightful! Thank you so very much! I'm going to be chuckling about this for hours...

This is the second time that I have stumbled across one of your stories. I found this one as warm and amusing as the last. I think that perhaps I will have to view your profile and take a look at the rest of your material.

What I would like to say is that memories of parents, what they did, say or admonish makes our lives as it is today. We need to pass on the light to our childern and try to subtly teach them to enjoy nature. It is free and fantastic.

Thank everybody for such positive words. I am glad it can make you laugh and remember. jsluvr: I do not mind at all. I am currently trying to collect my own fathers stories into a compilation titled "The Farmor of God." I couldn't more pleased that he has been my father and I admire the way he raised his children with humor, intellect and even-handedness.

My Grandparents were raised on a farm like your Dad. As a child I loved to be sitting at the dinner table and listen to my grandfather's stories of growing up on the farm. He often told some of the most hilarious stories of things that had happened to him when he was younger, too. This story brought back many fantastic memories of him and his wonderful stories. I must admit that your Dad's humor closely mirrored my grandfather's. I laughed harder at this story than I think I've laughed in years both because of the humor in it and the recollection of my grandfather. He passed at the age of 65 in 1973, and though I am much older now than then I still miss him so. After laughing so hard I had a good cry too for the man I loved so dearly and the love that he shared with me. Thank you for your wonderful humorous story. I hope you don't mind that I passed it on to the younger members of my own family.

Fantastic story! Really made my day! We have the "No thank you serving" in my house as well, its led to a lot of hilarious faces around the table as various people tried to swallow things that they otherwise wouldn't. I've never liked it. XP

LOL! Great memory from your dad! I grew up with the "no thank you helping" as well. I learned to appreciate many foods that way, a tablespoon serving at a time. The only one dad was sorry he let me try was lobster. :)

Dwar: What a wonderfully uplifting story!<br />
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Your dad sounds like a terrific person -- what a blessing to you and to your family, and to us by proxy!<br />
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Thanks for sharing.

Funny story.<br />
I allso have heard of the no thank you helping. I worked at a home for trouble youth for 14 years and many different people including some of the students made the meals. So everyone was required to take at least a spoonful in order to not insult the person that did the cooking.

Thank you that made my morning, still laughing. :) :)

ROFLOL