MY LAND LINE...
I am old skool. I like having a land line telephone in my home. It makes me happy because I like to hear it ring...I like to talk on it...I like to screen telemarketers with my caller ID on my land line telephone. Most people text me...but there are still a few folks who occasionally call my house phone.
I have argued with David about the fact that he wants to cut costs and take away my land line. Since MamaBill has passed my concern has been that I would have nothing to back up my reasoning for SAVING MY TELEPHONE when the topic comes up again. See, MamaBill and I usually talked on our house phones when we talked.
After this evening, I have new ammunition for my argument. Diane called. You know when she calls it is important. And she always calls me on my land line.
I believe it was meant to happen today because I missed her call the other day. She was calling about my grandmother. She reminded me of what is to this day my funniest memory with MamaBill and Daddy Doyle. Diane told me that after hearing my story she has never looked at "Billie Jean", as she called her, quite the same. ha She learned of her death in the beauty shop in Dresden and told this story that day for all of those folks to hear. How fitting, they all know about MamaBill's hair:)
So, I thought I should probably share the story with you.
I had been to Union City to teach a science lesson for a certain class and had been pulled over and given a speeding ticket. On this particular day, I was on my way to pay my ticket at the court house in Obion County.
On the way, I had a flat tire on my truck. I didn't have a cell phone but a guy pulled over on the four-lane and let me call for help. DaddyDoyle was still active then and he and MamaBill arrived on the scene after a while to change my tire. He got out of the truck with a jack in his hands and she got out puffing on a "100".
The lug nuts were on too tight, so DaddyDoyle told me he was going to hold the jack and he wanted me to literally jump up and down on it to try to loosen them up. So, picture this...DaddyDoyle on the ground holding the jack and me jumping up and down...all the while, MamaBill was standing there on the four-lane smoking one right after the other yelling over traffic to us about what we needed to do next.
Huge semi's were rushing by within a few feet of where she stood. We finally got the tire off and changed out. DaddyDoyle and I both were covered in grease and both sweaty. MamaBill decided she had better ride with me to Union City to make sure the tire was okay. When we got in the truck and I saw her...OH MEEEEE.
Keep in mind...she made weekly trips to get her hair set at the beauty shop. In reality, her hair was shoulder length when wet. But after the teasing and a whole can of Aqua Net it was set all nice and rounded until the next week. She even pinned toilet tissue around her head at night to keep her hair in place.
Anyways, back to the story...when I say OH MEEE....I am saying I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER HAIR LOOK LIKE IT DID THAT DAY! All those semi's rushing by had blown her hair straight up and forward in the back of her head. It was the craziest thing ever...she was so busy smoking and giving orders that she failed to realize what was happening to her hair.
We went on to the court house and wound up in the elevator with the prisoners who were going to court that day. WE fit right in. We both looked like pure white trash. Needless to say, they take a dirty, greasy girl's money. No telling what those women in that office were thinking about MamaBill, though. We giggled the rest of the way home. Best ticket I ever got.
I want to always remember to laugh when I think about MamaBill and DaddyDoyle. We had great times for sure. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did:) Merry Christmas, friends.
May we all find comfort in those great memories this holiday season.
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