As I was going through some emails tonight I found this one from mom:
Saturday, March 19, 2005 12:00 AM : Sam's Birthday
Happy Birthday to the Joy of my life. You are my first born and you were my very first love. When I knew you were on the way I knew I could love you forever and I do.
I pray for your life to be filled with happiness and love. .
Thank you for being the best son, and father I know. Thank you for marrying Julie and thank you for the most lovely grand children I could ever want.
Happy "B" today, Sammy
Love, Mom
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
The Bread Box - circa 1989
Or the anatomy of "The Bread Box"
"The Bread Box" (BB) was the brainchild of Sam & Penny during what I like to call my wandering phase - I had just graduated from high school and had worked a summer at Wildwood Ranch - I had saved up some money and mom and I were bored. We thought Fowlerville needed a discount bread store we did a "Durochery" amount of research and decided to call it the Bread Box. First order of business was to get a sign made - of course mr. Lowery was the best choice because he taught art at the Baptist School - then we needed to decide what flavors of Town Club Pop we were gonna sell...
Of course we were going to need some suppliers for "Discount" bread - we found the Kepplingers had a day old store in detroit so we went there on what would become a weekly trip for us to get our first order of bread - all the favorite variety's were available at pennies on the dollar we had $$$ signs flashing now - how could they sell that bread so cheap we were gonna do awesome. In that process mom also made contact with the Voortman cookie guy (who was going to install a cookie display rack FOR FREE, we also got the Town Club pop guy to deliver A LOT of pop to the store, mom waited outside the IGA and got the Little Debbie guy to sell us all his day old stuff and she hunted down "Leo - the bread guy" we were really on our way and the grand opening was only 2 days away - mom talked Bread Guy Leo into coming to the store the night before opening to deliver more bread (the Kepplingers was good, but we needed more) plus he said he would bring us some bread racks (we were to find out later on that this was one of the LONG string of "Leo said's" that would never come to fruition). So at 6.30pm on the day before we opened Leo's big white bread truck rolled in and over the next 2 hours leo talked mom and I into buying about 125.00 worth of day old bread - he kept pulling out bread saying "well this is for a customer in Williamston or Howell or wherever....but since your just starting out I'll let you guys have it" we bought that crap hook, line and sinker when he finally left mom and I stared at other realizing that the con had but put over on us. We were now fully loaded and hoped beyond hope that things would go well - hereis a picture of mom from the week before opening - she is making signs in her traditional way - with a straight edge ruler so the signs looked good and not all wavy.
this post will be continued l8r
"The Bread Box" (BB) was the brainchild of Sam & Penny during what I like to call my wandering phase - I had just graduated from high school and had worked a summer at Wildwood Ranch - I had saved up some money and mom and I were bored. We thought Fowlerville needed a discount bread store we did a "Durochery" amount of research and decided to call it the Bread Box. First order of business was to get a sign made - of course mr. Lowery was the best choice because he taught art at the Baptist School - then we needed to decide what flavors of Town Club Pop we were gonna sell...
Of course we were going to need some suppliers for "Discount" bread - we found the Kepplingers had a day old store in detroit so we went there on what would become a weekly trip for us to get our first order of bread - all the favorite variety's were available at pennies on the dollar we had $$$ signs flashing now - how could they sell that bread so cheap we were gonna do awesome. In that process mom also made contact with the Voortman cookie guy (who was going to install a cookie display rack FOR FREE, we also got the Town Club pop guy to deliver A LOT of pop to the store, mom waited outside the IGA and got the Little Debbie guy to sell us all his day old stuff and she hunted down "Leo - the bread guy" we were really on our way and the grand opening was only 2 days away - mom talked Bread Guy Leo into coming to the store the night before opening to deliver more bread (the Kepplingers was good, but we needed more) plus he said he would bring us some bread racks (we were to find out later on that this was one of the LONG string of "Leo said's" that would never come to fruition). So at 6.30pm on the day before we opened Leo's big white bread truck rolled in and over the next 2 hours leo talked mom and I into buying about 125.00 worth of day old bread - he kept pulling out bread saying "well this is for a customer in Williamston or Howell or wherever....but since your just starting out I'll let you guys have it" we bought that crap hook, line and sinker when he finally left mom and I stared at other realizing that the con had but put over on us. We were now fully loaded and hoped beyond hope that things would go well - hereis a picture of mom from the week before opening - she is making signs in her traditional way - with a straight edge ruler so the signs looked good and not all wavy.
this post will be continued l8r
Friday, April 17, 2009
Gettin' by . . .
Do you ever look at your week and think, "I'm just gettin' by"? I didn't do diddly this week unless it was barking up my butt and even them it was with reluctance. I realized I was missing mom and in the back of my head, couldn't get past the grief feelings--sometimes they almost debilitate me.
If you're like me and feel that way, I wanted to encourage you that it is perfectly natural in our circumstance to have days, weeks and months like this---we are grieving someone who is gone and are allowed to have times where we just "be".
So, when these times sneak up on you, just love yourself and see this place you are in as part of the package. And by-cracky, you'll be alright!
peace out
If you're like me and feel that way, I wanted to encourage you that it is perfectly natural in our circumstance to have days, weeks and months like this---we are grieving someone who is gone and are allowed to have times where we just "be".
So, when these times sneak up on you, just love yourself and see this place you are in as part of the package. And by-cracky, you'll be alright!
peace out
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thanks Sam for building the blog!
Alright Sam and Babe, get crackin' and let's write a new history of Mom, and all her "isms", her jokes, her made-up words, her carny stories, and all the funny, querky things we love about her.
I am hoping this is a place we can go when we are laughing, thinking and missing Mom----I could talk about her for hours, personally.
So pack your bowling bags packed with pup-corn, oranges, chex mix and hut-dogs and share together in this crappy journey none of us chose, but are now on----as Sam said, "those who got the shaft". Be sure to include all the cute stuff your kids do and say that Mom would have loved and all the stories you share with them about her--so get your a**es in the shower and let the fun begin!
Bean
I am hoping this is a place we can go when we are laughing, thinking and missing Mom----I could talk about her for hours, personally.
So pack your bowling bags packed with pup-corn, oranges, chex mix and hut-dogs and share together in this crappy journey none of us chose, but are now on----as Sam said, "those who got the shaft". Be sure to include all the cute stuff your kids do and say that Mom would have loved and all the stories you share with them about her--so get your a**es in the shower and let the fun begin!
Bean
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