Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Forgive. Maybe. Forget. Never.

Boy, did my Mom have a temper.  She didn't usually let it show beyond closed doors.  At home there was lots of yelling.  And banging dishes.  Slamming doors.

If at any point in time, someone double crossed her, believe me when I say she paid them back.  It may not have been right away, but she found a way.

My Mom belonged to this group called Catholic Daughters.  Every Christmas they had a party and played Bingo for prizes brought in by the members.  Everyone brought a gift and played until everyone had won a game and everyone got a gift.  One year my Mom got this God-awful key ring rack thingy.  Ugly wasn't the word.  It looked like something a little kid made summer camp.  I remember big, ugly, sloppy, orange daisy looking flowers.  She came in the door slamming the thing on the counter.  "Can you believe this is what I got?  It's hideous!! Why would someone bring such a thing?"  (And she knew just who had brought it.)

That it was.

She stashed it in the junk closet and hatched a plan.  An entire year went by, and the thing went untouched.  Until, one night in the following December, she dug it out of the closet, wrapped it ever so pretty, and left for her annual Catholic Daughter Christmas party.  See, she had a plan.  She volunteered to be on the hospitality committee.  The person in charge of the parties all year.  Then she volunteered to be the person who handed out the prizes during Bingo.  She slyly put her gift off to the side and waited.  And waited.  When a certain lady cried "BINGO!"  I can just picture my Mom smiling as she coyly handed over the gift.  As the winner unwrapped it, she said "THIS looks just like the thing I brought last year!!"

That it was.

4 comments:

  1. LOL :) I wonder where it got re-gifted again :)

    betty

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  2. Oh my goodness. She held a grudge for a long time.

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  3. Haha! I remember you sharing your mom held grudges big time!

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