IRISH
GRANDMOTHER'S ADVICE
My
grandmother died in 1965, but her birthday is coming up, and that always
causes me to reminisce.
The long walks we
used to take to the store, the quarters she gave me for meaningless jobs
like pulling weeds or washing the sidewalk.
Those
gems were all good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of
grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 13. We were sitting in
a park having just finished collecting some 40 soda bottles for the deposit
money.
She told me that one day, I would find
a wonderful woman and start my own family. 'And always remember'', she said.
'Be sure
you marry a woman with small hands.'
'How
come, Grandma?' I asked her.
She answered in
her soft Irish voice. 'Makes your dick look
bigger.'
Kinda brings a tear to your eye,
doesn't it?
GRANDMOTHER'S ADVICE
My
grandmother died in 1965, but her birthday is coming up, and that always
causes me to reminisce.
The long walks we
used to take to the store, the quarters she gave me for meaningless jobs
like pulling weeds or washing the sidewalk.
Those
gems were all good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of
grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 13. We were sitting in
a park having just finished collecting some 40 soda bottles for the deposit
money.
She told me that one day, I would find
a wonderful woman and start my own family. 'And always remember'', she said.
'Be sure
you marry a woman with small hands.'
'How
come, Grandma?' I asked her.
She answered in
her soft Irish voice. 'Makes your dick look
bigger.'
Kinda brings a tear to your eye,
doesn't it?
