I was writing about my Mema this morning. Tons of great memories from that bigger than life woman. She lived in downtown Houston in an old red brick cottage home. I would DIE for it now. Anyway, she got fed up with city life and got rid of all of her very beautiful victorian furniture and moved to their semi finished beach house near Galveston. She fished every day, crabbed all mornings when the moon was full and enjoyed all seven of us wild grandkids.
I remember my Mema cracking jokes about my step grandfather (her crotchety third husband) that when he did something nice, like wash her car, that he had a good week in confession. Hee hee....she converted to the Catholic religion when she married him and she went to church with him on occasion, but not real often.
One time, they had the SISTERS ( two nun friends from their church) to the beach house. After the beach time all day, we would all raced back to Mema's house and line up outside her bathroom. The door to the bathroom was an old heavy wooden door with a glass doorknob. It didn't lock right, but there was a hook latch at the top of the door we used.
There were three of us girls and then we had three boy and one girl cousins. The seven of us together was a FUN but wild time at Mema'. My cousin closest to my age, John, and I got to the bathroom first and were doing the push, shove, foot in front of your's, I'm first bitch thing and leaned on the door a little too hard. It popped open. I guess the Sister Nun didn't realize that you have to use the hook latch. So..in the bathroom with the door WHOOSHING open, was the nekkid nun standing there. That's right, we saw nun chesticles at the age of 11-12. We laughed and cried until we were out of breath and Mema grabbed us by our ears and made us sit on the porch and wait until last to use the restroom.
Is my halo straight?
6 comments:
YOU SAW NUN BOOBS? What were they like? Do they look upward? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha!
I gotta tell ya, Mema's life in Galveston sounds ideal to me. she made a good call on that one.
Mema was the smartest lady I've ever ever EVER known. Hands down. And yes, she had that totally right.
Nun boobs....I dunno, I was so busy trying not to gasp and close the damn door before we got killed.
I love childhood memories, especially when it involves nun boobies.
Thank your lucky stars that you didn't have to see if the carpet matched the drapes on that nun.
That may have been TOOOOO much!
Sounds like the bunch of you were a handful. I wish I had that many cousins growing up!
WOW!! Those where the days!! And we use to laugh when ya'll got in trouble by Mema
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