Before reading further, take a look at the picture. Seriously. This is one of the oldest pictures my family owns, and has been incredibly preserved and restored throughout two or three generations. The (short) story behind it was just revealed to me this week. You see, the woman having her hand read was my great great grandmother Petunia. The fortune teller told her many things that evening. This was before radio and television, and apparently Great great Grandpa Larry (pictured left) had lost the family's set of cards. One of the things the fortune teller told Petunia was her great great grandson would be a successful lumberjack.Yes, me. Heh, a lumberjack. I get a blister from vacuuming. Okay, so that's what everyone thought she had said. And she had been right about numerous things, she predicted family events months and years in advance, and she told of world events that have become reality. She was wrong about Miss Cleo becoming a modern day prophet and bringing the world peace, but hey, Cleo's not dead yet, so the fortune teller had a pretty good record going. Until me. I never became a lumberjack. I never even had a great treehouse. This does explain why my parents bought me so much flannel, and why I was the only kid I knew who owned his own axe when he was seven.
Like I said before, everyone assumed she meant a lumberjack, or logger, because the fortune teller said something else. Something that sounded like logger. This week I found out she said I was going to be a successful blogger. Yes, blogger. Back then, the only thing close to blogger, was logger, as they were called in that area of the country. She may not have even known what it was, but she knew.
So, I am going to become a successful blogger. And Petunia was so happy when the fortune teller told her this. I have to live up to great great grandma Petunia's expectations. Voting for me (as I think I forgot to mention earlier) for an award would help me do this.
Help a guy live up to his deceased ancestor's memory, and gain some self esteem, and fulfill the family legacy. A vote for me is a vote for Petunia.
9 comments:
Hey man, if you are having problems throwing the wood around, I've heard cialis or viagra works wonders. Good luck with all that. Come on by my blog, for frivolous thoughts and behavior.
WOW, all that was written on your g-g-grandmother's palm? How cool! And yes, she was right about you being a great blogger -- that you are!
And I have to say, in all those old pictures of people's families, why do the men always look so pissed off? Did they always look like that? Was smiling not accomplished in men until the advent of colored pictures? I could propose theories on this, but it would just slip into the gutter.
Petunia should be proud of you...with or without the award.
Petunia is hot...
she got my vote..
I love old photos! And, yes Bobby, you are the most successful blogger I know. :D
What a cool picture!
I have been told that jacking one's lumber makes one go blind. I know this not to be true, as I can st9ll tyope jystr fin.
Ha! What a grrrreat story!
I voted for you, right? ...Yeah, I think I did.
Good luck bobby!
Peace.
Wow! That is so spooky. You nkow, come to think of it, a firtune teller told my grandmother that her granddaughter was going to be "across de tute." What do you suppose that meant?
LMAO @ spinning!!!
What about a "hoer"?
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