11/21 #2
I remember one of my father's last Christmases. He had always wanted a lathe, so my mother and we split the cost of the lathe and a lot of tools for working with it.
We had to keep it hidden from him, so we put it under a blanket in the back of my mother's station wagon for the last few days before Christmas. For some reason, my father needed to use my mother's car, so she and I snuck down and moved the lathe into the basement. (It was heavy). Then my father was going to do something in the basement, and we snuck down and brought it back out to her car. Next, he decided he needed the car again, and we had to sneak it into the basement again. This happened four or five times during the week leading up to Christmas.
On Christmas morning, while my father was shaving, my husband brought the lathe in and set it on the table so my father would see it when he came out of the bathroom. When he saw it, he started laughing about how many times my mother and I had moved the lathe that week. Little did we know, that while we were in the woodworking store, he had come in and seen us buying it and left so he wouldn't spoil it for us, and then used the car and went to the basement because he thought it was so funny watching us try to keep it hidden from him!
I remember one of my father's last Christmases. He had always wanted a lathe, so my mother and we split the cost of the lathe and a lot of tools for working with it.
We had to keep it hidden from him, so we put it under a blanket in the back of my mother's station wagon for the last few days before Christmas. For some reason, my father needed to use my mother's car, so she and I snuck down and moved the lathe into the basement. (It was heavy). Then my father was going to do something in the basement, and we snuck down and brought it back out to her car. Next, he decided he needed the car again, and we had to sneak it into the basement again. This happened four or five times during the week leading up to Christmas.
On Christmas morning, while my father was shaving, my husband brought the lathe in and set it on the table so my father would see it when he came out of the bathroom. When he saw it, he started laughing about how many times my mother and I had moved the lathe that week. Little did we know, that while we were in the woodworking store, he had come in and seen us buying it and left so he wouldn't spoil it for us, and then used the car and went to the basement because he thought it was so funny watching us try to keep it hidden from him!
