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| Author | Topic: Three Pots of Coffee! |
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Kevin Airrington (Moderator) |
posted 12/18/03 11:55 PM
Early September 1999, I loaded my family up in our mini-van and headed to Victorville, Ca from our home here in Akron Ohio. We were on way to a land we had never been before to meet a man none of us had ever met before. A man that I personally had some good memories of when I was about 4 years old. That man Bob Airrington, was my Daddy. The trip was long, hard and fast...the only stops we made was for gas...better go pee...grab a snack...and if you feel the van moving...we sure gonna miss you. Dad called me every hour to see if I was "here yet". I don't know who was more excited, him or me. Neither of us slept the 27 hours it took to drive. I did a map quest for directions to his door...only map quest had a line leading into the desert...when we arrived in Victorville, about 3:30AM...I drove straight to his house like I had been there a hundred times. It's dark in the desert...and no numbers on the house...so I was not sure if I was at the right place... Suddenly, the front door opened and a figure emerged. A loud voice hammered its way through the darkness, "Boy, you better get you a** in here." I was out of that van so fast...engine running still in gear...greeted by a big bear hug at the door. Dad said, "Son come in the kitchen so I can get a look at you." "uh-huh...you are fat just like your sister said you were." We sat there and yakked till about 5:30AM when Mae rolled out of bed and fixed us a good ol' fashioned country breakfast. I think the trip was hard on Kathy...as soon as Mae was up she crawled into Dad's bed and was out...till about 4 o'clock that afternoon. Dad and I had way to much to catch up...we could sleep when I left. After a couple of days we were on Dad's schedule. To bed about 7PM up at 3:30AM. But the first nite...I think Nick was the only one on his schedule. I think Nick was about 5 years old at the time. Nick and Dad hit off from the start. Nick called him Uncle-Grandpa. To this day not even Nick knows why...but I can tell you it made Dad feel pretty special. The first morning I got up around 7AM to find Nick and his new Uncle - Grandpa sitting at the kitchen table drinking Coffee. Dad made some crack about me sleeping all day. Nick was more hyper than he normally was. I asked, how many cups of coffee Nick had. Dad in a firm voice, "Don't you worry about it...he's drinking coffee with his Uncle - Grandpa." I said, "No really how much has he had." Dad said, "We're on our third pot and I would have started a 4th if you wouldn't have got up." I said THAT'S WAY TOO MUCH. Dad said in his 'retarded' voice, "Well you let him drink coffee...” I said, "Yes MAYBE a cup!" Needless to say...Nick had more energy then any of us was prepared to deal with. I am not sure what they talked about while they sat sipping coffee and sharing stories for 4 hours...but I know Nick loved his Uncle - Grandpa...and his Uncle - Grandpa loved Nick. [This message has been edited on 12/18/2003] |
| Suzi |
posted 12/19/03 5:31 AM
Speaking of Coffee, I think your Dad pretty much got us all started on coffee. I know he did me, in the wee hours of the morning down at the milk house. He would fix me a cup (or two or three...)with very little coffee (maybe just enough to cover the bottom of the cup), a ton of sugar and milk straight from the cow. mmmmmmmmm so good. To this day if i drink anything in my coofee that is how it has to be (cow and all) or I drink it straight. |
| Robin |
posted 12/19/03 6:24 AM
I just can't seem to drink too much coffee, but, if I do - has to be black. LOL (Kevin, I am sure you get this pun. hehe). We need stories Glenda and Suzi. Help us. I am not old enough to remember anything in my earlier years. Night all..... |
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