Another Telling..............
A "telling" is a family story that has been passed down for years, This was a telling that I was told about ten years ago even though it happened 40 years before that.
My Father's youngest Brother (Uncle Steve) was out running the streets of Chicago..Taylor Street to be exact with one of his life long friends Tony. It had been raining off and on all day long so when they got a break in the weather they decided to hit the streets. They were both being shipped of to Viet Nam (army) in the next couple of weeks so they wanted to get as much mischief/fun what ever you want to call it in before being deployed.
The rain held off long enough to visit who they wanted to visit, see what they wanted to see before the clouds opened up and they were caught in another down pour. So to keep from being soaked to the skin, they ducked into the closest refuge they could find.... A phone Booth ( for those that don't remember what a phone booth looked like (lol) it was a very small glass and metal booth where you could find a pay phone and if you were lucky a phone book.)
So here are two fully grown men standing in a phone booth waiting for the rain to let up when they figured they had nothing better to do then read the graffiti on the interior of the phone booth. There were your usual cab numbers, and a sporadic amount of numbers without any names when Tony came across one that read....For a good time call and then there was a name and a number beneath it.
Tony read it out loud the second time he read it and then turned to my Uncle Steve and said, "Hey! Isn't that your number?" were my Uncle with a half shocked, half pissed off voice said, "Hell Yes it is! and that is my sister's name on the wall right next to it!" That's when my Uncle realized for the first time that maybe his lil sister wasn't the good catholic girl she always pretended to be! lol
Since neither one of them had a pen to scratch out Aunt Sue's name and number, my Uncle took out his house key and scraped the metal hard enough to remove the whole For a good time call Susan at 555-5555! Upon his return home along with Tony he walked passed my Aunt Sue and quietly whispered in her ear, "You better slow down little sister because your reputation is apparently making it into all the good phone booths!"
I think she spent that summer before high school graduation grounded to her room! lol lol lol
Today is my Grandmother's 88th birthday, she is who I get all my 'telling' from I am going to be spending the day with her and the rest of her big Irish clan and hopefully I will be gifted with yet another "Telling!"
You can find more of her "telling's in the archives of my blog.I hope you enjoy them s much as I do!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
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I sure did enjoy it. LOL Happy birthday to your grandmother!
Lahoma
Happy birthday to your grandmother. I hope you all enjoy your big Irish party. and bring us back some more tales. Thanks for sharing. TerryAnn.
I'll have to read more of the tellings because I sure enjoyed that one. Thanks for sharing them and Happy 88th birthday to her.
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Oh I love family stories like these, it was a perfect "telling". Take a tape recorder and "interview" your Grandmom...ask her for her story. We did that with my two Grandmom's and now years later, younger members have heard their story in their own words.....Sandi
That was great....I have dozens of 'Tellings'! ~Diane~ http://journals.aol.com/dizarra/StorysFromtheCityTalesFromtheSea
Happy Birthday to your Grandmother!
And I loved this 'telling'.... and all I can say is: More, More, More Tellings! <g>
This gave me chills. I just love family stuff...;) C. http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
Now that is a great story! Leave it to the Irish to capitolize on story telling!
Jude
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Oh that was funny. Thank you so much for the laugh today!!
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~Brooke
Great story and so funny!!!! http://journals.aol.com/shayshaydc/Golfaholic
Sharon:)
Yep I remember those phone booths and the one in our town smelled like putrid cigar smoke. Paula
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