Posted on 01/19/2013 7:42:33 AM PST by Badabing Badablonde
She must have been blessed with a wonderful spirit.
They better hurry up if they want to get any back. If you go to ebay and type in “hand painted glasses” they may be one of the listings.
From what I have heard, she was, indeed. I’m only a shadow.
Mrs. L is a Banquet Manager at a very high end facility in the western suburbs of Chicago. She’s won some prestigious awards for the quality of the venue, service, etc. These are NOT inexpensive events, costing tens of thousands of dollars for gatherings of less than 200 or so.
In the last ten years she has had:
Mothers of the bride attack female members of the wedding party using high heeled shoes as weapons. Quite a bit of blood there.
Some drunk idiot steal 4 golf carts and ram them into doors, trees, sand traps and then return to the party. He caused about 30k in damage and was arrested, wait for it... ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
Groomsmen drag a bus driver off the bus and beat the crap out of him. This was the ride to the hotel for the entire wedding party, mind you.
Groomsmen break into the very high dollar scotch cabinet and drink $200 a bottle Scotch and passed it around like it was a bottle of cheap wine.
Stopped a woman from performing oral sex on a man in AT THE BAR by pointing out that they were being videod by Security at the time.
And had a relative of the bride drop dead of a heart attack during the reception in the men’s room.
Those are just the stories I can remember off hand. People get downright stupid at weddings.
I have no idea. I think the crazy just creates problems. Greed is a form of crazy. It’s not even security at some point. How many handmade quilts can you really use or store? You can’t. You just sell them for money to pay your phone bills and go on a cruise.
When my (poor) grandmother died her sons all took what they’d bought their mother and the car that they’d gone in together was sold and divided 4 ways. My aunt divided my grandmothers household stuff (very sparse) between me and my first cousin. We were the only granddaughters. I got my grandmothers rolling pin. Unfortunately the chicken n’ dumplings mojo wasn’t inlcluded in that. I got her small hand sewing box and some cookie cutters. Along with a pie plate and some dishes. Things I’d seen her use since my babyhood that really mean something to me just because they were hers. I probably couldn’t give most of them away at a junk store. BUT, they were my grandmothers and I wouldn’t sell them for anything!
That family was really really poor when the kids were small. And later on even though the kids made good my grandmother lived on her SS supplement and lagniappe from her kids. Which is OK. It’s certainly the biblical mandate to take care of your widowed mother. Those kids still get along famously. I think because there wasn’t anything to fight over. No money, no land and no luxuries like depression glass or the like. They share stories of childhood deprivations and all laugh about it now.
What’s kind of amusing is this. The family I listed above the plundered their grandfather before he was even dead left what I consider all the ‘good stuff’ behind. I ended up getting the cast iron cookware because no one else wanted it. This was years ago before Y2K or prepping and you literally couldn’t give it away because it wasn’t ‘teflon’ or ‘nonstick’. I use that stuff every single day. The out of town daughter and her daughters still live hand to mouth. The stuff they plundered was sold and the money wasted.
I know someone who went back to the family home just for a minute to ‘use the ladies room’ while the family was on the way to the funeral. Got her mothers wedding ring and the family bible. Her father was still alive and on returning from church looked for the family bible to find some comfort. oops. This particular perp, however, had a rep in her family for such and her dad searched her car. Found both the ring and bible. Wrote her out of the will.
Weddings and funerals bring out all sorts of crazy. All sorts.
What’s a MOB?
Mother of the Bride.
Yes, it does. But Karma comes along and tries to even the record. My evil money grubbing relative got his when he burned himself up in a fire he'd started. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
So much that doesn’t shine and glitter is truly the good stuff. I have my granny’s old broken backed Betty Crocker Cookbook that would have gone in the trash and my grandfather’s little 6” cast iron skillet he used to make his early morning breakfasts in. I also have memories which my mean hateful cousins will never have. I was the only grandchild my grandparents claimed because I loved them and was always around.
True dat. I got my other grandmothers cast iron cookware, saladmaster stainless cookware and a nice kitchen aid food processor. My other cousin was more interested in the shiny sparkly stuff. The stuff I got gets used every single day. She was afraid it looked a little too much like work and was more than happy for me to have what I got. Sucker!
I got the cookbook (held together with paperclips and tape) she had from her 1933 home-ec class complete with the markups she’d put in it then and through the years. And her Betty Crocker cookbook. And a cookbook that had been my great grandmothers as well. That one is copyright 1902. I was the only one that wanted ‘a bunch of old books’.
My mom’s not dead yet and my oldest sister has already stolen her house which my mom foolishly built on sisters property.
Never in a million years would I have thought my family would fall apart as it has.
I mean really! Who goes to a wedding and thinks “What a great tablecloth! I wonder if it will fit in my purse?”
Or ‘Hey, I can scam more than enough wine glasses for my church pot lock parties right here. Honey, help me carry these!’.
And what would you do with a centerpiece? I can’t imagine the salt and pepper shakers at a catered affair would be better than ones I’ve already got (and those are hardly treasures). Most people already have those anyway. The catered affair ones are either restaurant quality glass ones or plastic. A nice set doesn’t cost too much money and it’s a one time expenditure. I’m befuddled.
I have enough junk in my house I don’t need to go shopping at family gatherings.
I’ve got 3 daughters. When they get a bit older EVERYTHING (and I do mean everything) will be itemized. I might just leave the whole estate to a missionary organization. They won’t have anything to fight over and family unity is more important to me than stuff.
Just be sure not to invest your entire life savings into any of your children’s property with the promise that you can stay there till you die.
You got that right. Hopefully your mom isn’t being mistreated at least?
Sister treats mom shamefully, will barely speak to mom. No more family get togethers, Christmas and such.
Mom’s in good health and I help pay for the condo she moved into. Hopefully she’ll have many more years.
That’s so sad. At least your mom has her good health and family that cares about her still.
High five to you and the cookbook memories.
Snicker at the suckers who can’t touch and hold the family history.
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