Thursday, December 31, 2009

Don't Know Much About History

I remember watching the movie "Witness" a long time ago. In one scene Harrison Ford is fixing his car and the radio is playing that song, "Don't know much about histoy" by Sam Cook. I am like that song. I do not store facts or stories in my head.
My father on the other hand, well dad, he remembers everything. He is a voracious reader and loves history. My husband will attest to this. Once my sister and I got my dad started on discussing his latest book on the history of the middle east. We quickly knew we were in trouble (lets face it there is A LOT of history there) so we got Jack involoved and retreated fast! I think Jack was cornered by dad for a good 20 minutes.
My dad knows sooo much and some of it seems somewhat implasuasable to me. For example, the history of Tennessee. I will soon be yankee in the south and do not remember much of my history. Dad filled us all in. He also made it clear that in Knoxville (my soon to be knew home) There where those who fought for the Union and were chased into the mountains. They were eventually caught and tried. Lincoln kept saying how the north needed to rescue them. This is a good story and one I like. I believe it is true but I am also thinking, really? are you sure? I tuly love learning things from my dad, tidbits and details that have been tucked away that he pulls out. My dad is also a good story teller so when he says, "Lincoln kept saying we need to help those people" He sounds like Lincoln.
I am looking forward to my dad teaching me what history he can before we move. I am wondering how much of my northern igorance will show when I get there. In the meantime I will just start watching Jeff Foxworthy so I will know when I truly become a Red Neck. He has been doing that act for years, now that is the kind of history I can get into.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Travel plans crushed cookie making commences

Travel to Tennessee was hindered today by a small snowstorm. By small, I mean 17 inches here in Delaware. Being naive and novice in travel my husband and I go to the airport. We were dutiful in checking the flight. No Delay it says all day. We arrive and there is a slight delay. We pat ourselves on the back. Then they cancel us and put us on a later flight. Ok, time alone in an airport no kids, we are still lucky. Then the later flight is delayed by 2 hours. Less appealing but ok. Then they cancel that flight. We go home.
The good news is that I get to spend all day today making holiday cookies. Seven varieties in all. YUM! I only reached a wall when allowing the children to "help". I will never know how my mother surived this. I have such fond memories of making butter cookies. Rolling them out baking them. I have since discovered for me, starting later in the day and having some wine when the kids start makes it go much smoother!