When Having a Crabby Dad is Good

I had to be in Philadelphia earlier this week for work stuff. So I figured since I’d be heading north anyway, it was a good time to stop and visit with my parents in Baltimore.

I left home on Saturday morning and drove north.

Dad and I were going to go see a movie, but he wasn’t feeling particularly energetic. So we just hung around visiting.

My youngest, Eric, and his fiancee, Kelsey, joined us for dinner.

That’s where the crabby Dad comes in…

A family friend owns The Corner Crab House in Baltimore. Dad has worked there, in various part-time roles, for a number of years.

The crabs were delicious. Dad had ordered a box, which is roughly equivalent to a bushel. It contained just over 60 of the heaviest, meatiest crabs I’ve eaten in a long time.

Steamed Crabs

Dad had the store call him when his live crabs arrived. Then he went up and steamed them himself. He packed them into an ice chest to keep them hot while we waited for Eric and Kelsey to arrive.

Yes, the ice chest worked. He’s actually done the same, transporting hot, steamed crabs to my brother’s house, which is about a 4.5-hour drive away. And they stayed hot. Or at least very warm, which was just fine.

The crabs, which had been shipped in from Louisiana, were delicious. It’s not always easy to get crabs in Maryland, so many crab houses and restaurants rely on supplies being trucked or air-freighted in from Louisiana and North Carolina.

Lots of people say Louisiana crabs aren’t as good as Maryland crabs. Don’t believe them. Those crabs were awesome.

Eric and Kelsey

Dad only put a few out onto the table at a time to keep the crabs warm while we ate.

Hand-sized Crabs

The size of the crabs isn’t always as important as the weight. A small, heavy crab is much better than a large, light crab. Crabs grow through a process known as molting. If you want to understand that better, follow the link. Crabs that have recently molted and have just developed a harder outer shell don’t have as much meat inside as they haven’t filled out yet. Crabs that have been in their shell for awhile are packed full of meat. The shells are very hard and very thick. The darker the underside of the shell, the better.

My Mom (aka Mawsie) and Eric

Large and heavy crabs are the best. Sometimes, when you get crabs, you get a mix of heavy and light ones. Not a single one of those crabs we were eating was light. They were darn heavy and darn good!

Close-up of the Insides

Once you remove the claws, legs, and outer shell, you have to scrape away the gills (left center) and guts. Then you are left with an inner body from which you have to extract the meat. It’s time consuming, which is why eating crabs is a social thing. You just sit around chatting, laughing, and enjoying each others company while you pick and eat your crabs.

Me and Mom

It can be messy, too. The crabs are covered in seasoning, which is poured over them before steaming to flavor the meat. Depending on how much you like spices, you can either eat some of the seasoning or just push it out of the way.

We all enjoyed the visit immensely. It’s always nice to sit, chat, and catch up with the family, know what I mean?

The crabs were just icing on the cake. But that icing was really darn good!

 

No One Will Know

Hubby pointed me to a blog recently by saying, “You might find this interesting…”

He was right.

The blog, which I did find intriguing, is Letters of Note. Its creator describes the blog as “an attempt to gather and sort fascinating letters, postcards, telegrams, faxes, and memos.”

The post that really grabbed me, however, featured a letter from Gene Wilder to Mel Stuart, director of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. (I also loved the picture of GW that accompanied the post, which is why I have embedded it here.)

One of the things Wilder suggests to the director is entering the first scene that reveals his character with a limp, surprising the crowds who have never seen him before, and then walking for a bit before ending the scene with a pretend fall and then crazy somersault.

According to the blog:

Asked why, Wilder explained: “Because from that time on, no one will know if I’m lying or telling the truth.”

Since the whole point of the factory tour ends up being to find someone honest and caring enough to run the factory when Wonka retires, that turns out to be a pretty good move.

That’s one of my all-time favorite movies. I have never seen the remake. In fact, I don’t want to see the remake. Some things are perfectly fine just the way they are.

My Dad used to take my brother and I to the movies on occasion. Mom seldom came along. I always assumed she just didn’t like movies. When I got older, I realized it was her break from us.

I have a few other all-time favorite kid movies from back in the day.

Like Herbie the Love Bug. Now there’s a whole series of films I never want to see re-made.

Yes, I know at least one remake has been done, I just have no desire to see it. I’m not saying I’d refuse to watch if, say, the grandkids were around and chose that for movie night. I just have no desire to see a new version.

I loved all the old Disney movies with Kurt Russell, too. Really. Even if I can’t name even one of them at the moment. Perhaps I need more coffee first.

There’s also Song of the South, which is pretty darn old. I’m assuming I saw that one on TV. I don’t remember much about the film. I remembered the Uncle Remus character, though, and something that I still think of to this day is the rampaging bull scene. Maybe because I like to stop and look at cows. Or maybe that’s why I like to stop and look at cows.

I found an interesting blog post about Song of the South, which discusses a controversy surrounding the film, of which I was never aware, and its inherent racism.

Of course, I loved the animated Disney films, too. Cinderella. Lady and the Tramp. Bambi.

I’m no movie nut, but this stuff all brings back fond childhood memories.

We used to love watching The Ten Commandments every year when it came on TV. The funny thing about that movie is, it wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized the film didn’t end when Moses parted the Red Sea. That’s just when my parents decided we’d stayed up late enough (i.e., made them crazy all day long) and needed to go to bed.

My brother and I fought a lot. There’s a four-year age difference between us. And we’ve always been very different.

Most memories of my childhood with my brother aren’t good ones. He was never very nice to me. But he was generally more well-behaved, so he became “the good kid.” Granted, there are some pretty strong reasons for that (I was a bit, um, adventurous). But my brother played on that reputation of mine and used it against me whenever he could. It rankles me to this day that my parents never saw past his trickery.

Some of the specific things that stick in my mind…

  • He carved my initials in the paint on the back of the bathroom door and then told my parents I did it. Of course, I got punished.
  • He snooped through the Christmas presents one year, saw he was getting a camera, and then told my parents I had revealed the secret to him. I wasn’t allowed to help with the wrapping any more, which is something I always enjoyed. (And, for the record, I have never snooped to see what I’d be getting for Christmas.)
  • He bit me on my stomach, clearly leaving teeth marks. No one EVER believed me. There’s still a very faint scar, too. I know it’s there, but it’s so light no one else would probably notice, even if I pointed it out.

He used to trick me into doing stuff, too. He loved getting me into trouble. And enjoyed making up crazy lies. He would come up with some pretty bizarre stuff. Like the time he told my parents I’d forgotten to flush the toilet and he saw worms swimming around the bowl. Worms!

Do you think they believed it wasn’t true? Only after a day or so of NOT allowing me to flush.

I guess that’s why we fought so much. Physically. We used to beat each other up a lot. Everything became a competition.

That’s not to say I don’t have good memories of my childhood. I had lots of fun growing up in the seventies. When kids were allowed to be kids. Run free and play all day. Like many kids of that era, I was free to do as I wanted most of the day — during Summer especially — as long as I was home by the time the streetlights came on.

Most of my fondest family memories revolved around going to the movies. And TV. Oh, camping, too. We used to camp frequently. While camping, we kids were free to roam. We did stuff together, too, like play badminton. And Frisbee. Lawn darts! That was one of my Dad’s favorite games. He had a brother, Jay, who loved lawn darts more than anyone I knew. I always loved our campfires, too. Sometimes we’d do walks/hikes together. And have picnics. We also fished a lot.

See, there were lots of good times.

Isn’t it sad how the bad stuff sticks out more? Human nature, I guess.

What’s the worst thing your sibling(s) ever did to you?

New Way to Celebrate Father’s Day

As I mentioned in my last post, Hubby had been looking forward to Warrenton’s Father’s Day Car Show since he first got wind of it shortly after we moved here.

Apparently he’d read about it — and seen pics from past shows — on the Internet.

I hadn’t. So I didn’t know what to expect. With Warrenton being a small town, I thought it would be a small event. I was wrong.

I was really torn about celebrating Father’s Day without visiting my Dad. We invited him to come down for the show, but my Mom has been sick. So they need to stay closer to home. After making arrangements to visit with him next weekend, I felt a little better.

Knowing how much Hubby had been anticipating this event, I couldn’t help but get excited. Plus, it would give me something interesting to blog about for a change.

Registration was from 8:00-10:00. So it should have come as no surprise to hear an intermittent cacophony of deep-bass rumbles all morning long.

While I’ve been to car shows before, I’d never been around to hear the comings and goings of quite a few high-performance machines. It was awesome.

So awesome  that I couldn’t wait until 10:00. Shortly after 9:00, I hooked the girls up and decided to take a quick stroll through town. I was amazed at how many cars were there. And they kept on coming!

Wanting Hubby to be similarly surprised, when we get home and he asked about what we’d seen, I played it down by saying, “There’s a few cars there. It’s nowhere near what I expected, though.”

It wasn’t. I was expecting small, remember? There had to be over a hundred cars there. And more people than I’d ever seen in our little town at one time.

Oh, and like the previous day, the weather was perfect.

I took quite a few pictures. It was challenging, though. With so many people milling about, it was hard to get good shots of the cars without strangers in the pictures.

Really. Look how many people were there. Main Street was packed!

Not only were we amazed at the number of vehicles and people, the variety and rarity of many of the show entries was incredible. Like that 1958 Dodge Power Wagon. I thought giant four-wheel-drive vehicles were a new thing.

And check out that old Chevy Suburban (above). I forget what year that was. Hubby could tell me, but he’s not here at the moment. Sorry.

I forget what that car was called. But that’s one I’d love to drive. It was built in the early 1900s by the brother of the guy who was sitting beside the car. Who I didn’t manage to capture in the shot. I wish I had.

Isn’t that car pretty? Hubby said I shouldn’t say cars are “cute” or “pretty.” I should use adjectives more along the lines of “kick-ass.”

I still say it was pretty.

That old Hudson was another mutual favorite.

We both liked this Jaguar, too.

I tell you, the variety and quality of cars entered was quite impressive.

I forget what sort of car that was, but Betty Boop made me think of a certain friend of mine.

The event was a smashing success. I’m so glad we went.

Our love affair with this town continues. We are so glad that we purchased this house in town, even if it wasn’t what we were looking for. It’s so cool that have things like this within easy walking distance. By “easy,” I mean it was like three blocks away.

And when we were done, we walked back home and quietly enjoyed the rest of the day.

Hubby relaxing on Father's Day.

 

If you would like to see all of the pics, you can view the slideshow embedded below.

Or you can go right to my Flickr site to view the pics.

I hope your Father’s Day was similarly enjoyable.

I have a feeling we’ll be celebrating in the exact same fashion for many years to come. Hopefully next year Dad will be able to join us.

Parade!

Who doesn’t love a parade?

I mean, really. How can you not love the spectacle of it all? Small or large. Patriotic or cause-related. As long as there’s a band, I’m happy.

I realize this post is a bit late, but it’s been a busy week. Take a normally busy five-day work week, cram it into four days, and see how hectic things become.

I’m not complaining about the short week. I’ll take a three-day weekend any time. Especially when we get to spend it with the family. A couple of the kids were missing, but it was still nice hanging out with Amy, TJ, and the grand kids.

My last post talked all about what we did on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. They left around midday on Monday. But not before we got to see the parade.

I love parades, but usually don’t go out of my way to see them. Until recently, seeing a parade would mean piling into a car, driving, fighting for parking, and then battling the post-parade traffic to get home. But now, since we live in this cute little town, we got to walk to the parade. It was all of about a four-block hike.

I don’t have a whole lot of time here, so I’ll just post my favorite pics and let the images (frantic snapshots) and their captions tell the story.

Waiting for the parade to start, we saw the cutest little bicyclist EVER.

 

And they're off, with the town police in the lead.

 

It was quite fitting to have the local ROTC group in the front.

 

They were followed by a conglomerate of adult veterans and active service members.

 

What's a parade without fancy cars?

 

And patriotic motorcyclists?

 

Proud to be an American.

 

Does this shot scream small town or what?

 

The local chapter of unicyclists. I never knew there was such a thing.

 

Love the VW! But I REALLY love that canine co-pilot.

 

And here comes the band!

 

Band mascots? The place was crawling with dogs. We even took our girls along.

 

No surprise that this is my favorite band section. I drummed a mean cadence back in the day.

 

We can't forget the Cub Scouts.

 

Or the Boy Scouts. Especially the Boy Scout on stilts.

 

Bag pipers and the Warrenton Fire Department brought up the rear.

 

It was short, but awesome.

The bagpipers reminded me of one of MANY funny kid sayings from the weekend.

Upon seeing one of the bagpipers before the parade, Joey said something like, “Why is that man wearing a skirt?”

Gaige, in his infinite eight-year-old wisdom, answered matter-of-factly with, “Because he’s a Leprechaun.”

Oh yeah, and the next funny thing came after I tried to explain how you can be Irish or Scottish, but live in the United States.

Brianna (11) and Gaige (8) were my audience. I said to them both, “Scottish and Irish really just explains their heritage. Their ancestors were from Scotland and Ireland, so they are of Scottish and Irish descent. You know, like how you guys are Italian, but live in America?”

When Brianna exclaimed with a look of confusion and disgust, “We’re Italian!?!”, I about peed my pants. I guess no one remembered to mention to the kids that they are part Italian.

It was the look on Brianna’s face that really got me. I so wish I had captured that image to share.

Holiday Weekend Re-cap

We enjoyed a very busy, relaxing, fun-filled holiday weekend with part of our family, chock-full of love, laughter, and lots of good food.

Amy, TJ, and the grand kids came down to visit, arriving on Friday afternoon and leaving around midday on Monday.

Getting to spend that much time with the whole family was a rare treat. Between TJ’s deployment and the family’s year-round busy schedule, I can’t remember the last time we saw them all together for an extended period. This was actually TJ’s first visit to our VA home. And we’ve been here for eight months! We were really glad he finally got to come down for a visit.

TJ, Amy, Joey, Brianna, and Gaige

We had dinner at home on Friday and the adults had a chance to just visit while the kids entertained themselves with Lego’s (pricelessly pronounced as “Yegos” by Joey) and movies.

Saturday started off early with a trip to the little farmer’s market here in town.

Jam Sampling

That was followed by a trip to the caboose. Joey loves visiting the caboose, which sits on an old railroad siding near the Warrenton Branch Greenway, a railroad bed turned walking/biking path that’s only a couple of blocks from our house.

Joey, Brianna, and Gaige

The caboose is a popular photo spot. As is the nearby shanty, where I’ve taken pictures of Amy and the kids on a couple of different occasions.

Family Portrait #2

I couldn’t decide which shot I liked better (first one in the post or the one immediately above), so I decided to use both. Aren’t they a cute little family?

While we were out, Hubby got the grill set up to cook a big chunk of pork (8-lb Boston butt), which we were to have for a dinner of pulled pork. He’d made a couple of different sauces a day or two earlier, a NC-style sauce (thin, vinegary, and spicy) and a mustard-based sauce. The NC-style sauce was TJ, Brianna, and Gaige’s favorite. Amy liked them all. Hubby and I still prefer our Salt Lick Original Recipe BBQ Sauce (a story in itself).

While the meat slowly cooked/smoked, the adults relaxed and visited and the kids found various ways to keep themselves busy.

Gaige and Brianna in the hammock.

They were starting to get bored. Amy and TJ were going to take them to the playground, but it was sweltering hot, so I suggested we just set the kids loose in the driveway with the hose to cool off.

Water play.
Joey
Joey
Lunch break.

I didn’t capture nearly as many water pics as I’d hoped because either their backs were to me. Or the older kids saw me and got those cheesy expressions. Plus I didn’t want to risk venturing out there with my camera. An almost-five-year-old with a wide open hose is a scary thing.

That and I think the heat made me a bit lazy. I hate to sweat.

Here are a few of the not-so-great shots.

Outtake #1 (pouting kid)
Outtake #2 (slurping the runoff)
Outtake #3 (cheesy pretend-I-don't-see-camera smile)
Outtake #4 (let's look as bored as we possibly can)

 

After lunch, it was nap/chill time.

Nap time for Mommy.
Chill time for Daddy.

The downtime for everyone (I spent an hour inside soaking up the A/C!) was short-lived. Then it was back outside.

Joey fighting the sprinkler.

Joey is a funny little thing. He’s quite animated and kept everyone laughing with his antics.

That’s one of my favorite shots. Definitely one to show him when he’s all grown up!

I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture of the finished pork roast, which was a lip-smackin’, finger-lickin’ masterpiece. I guess it was because once it was done, we all switched to get-the-food-on-the-table gear. We’d been smelling that sucker cook all day long!

Saturday evening brought more relaxation. And then on Sunday, we all went to visit Luray Caverns, which is just about an hour west of here in Luray, Virginia.

Hubby gets the credit for thinking of that one.

Brianna, Joey, and Gaige at Luray Caverns

It was horribly busy (an hour in line just to get into the cave), but we made it work.

Pop, Joey, Gaige, and Brianna

Which is good, because the kids had a good time. And it was really cool, temperature-wise, inside of the cave.

Brianna, Gaige, Joey, and TJ
Walking through the cave.
Hamming it up for the camera.
Walking through the cave.
Interesting rock formations.

After about a one-plus hour, 1.5-mile shuffle (it was too crowded to call it a walk) through the cave with Joey maintaining a constant discussion about bats (where they live, where they lay eggs, how they drink, where they sleep, etc.), we ate a picnic lunch on the cavern grounds and then headed home.

TJ and Amy took us out to dinner that evening. They said since they were treating, I had to pick the place. I chose Rancho El Paso, figuring a tasty Mexican meal accompanied by a very large, very strong Sangrita Margarita would be a great way to cap off the day.

It was. But the rest of the evening was sort of a blur.

Joey finally got his turn in the hammock.
Gaige
Loudest, most-animated application of insect spray ever.

We all sat outside for a while, then Amy and I took the girls for their evening stroll around town.

I really was there!

I always look like a giant next to Amy, who is all cute and petite. But since this is one of the few pictures with me in it, I decided to post it anyway. As the family photographer, I don’t get in many pictures (fine by me!) unless I remember to ask someone to take a picture of me.

While we were out walking, TJ got the kids showered and ready for bed. They all watched a movie while the adults stayed outside, visiting some more.

We got LOTS of visiting time in, which we really enjoyed.

Monday was fun, too. But I’ll have to save that for another post.

All in all, it was a lovely weekend. Hubby and I are truly blessed to have this crew in our lives.

Happy Mother’s Day

Just a quick note to say Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms out there. Especially to my two Moms, of course. And our daughter Amy, who is also a Mom.

Mother's Day Cards

I got cards from all of the kids this year. Thanks, kids!

Hubby and I are blessed with three children of our own, a son-in-law, a soon-to-be daughter-in-law, and three grand children. They’re all spread out, and I won’t see any of them today, but I love them all just the same.

Oh yeah, and check out this awesome bag…

Bag with My Name All Over It

That’s bag definitely has my name all over it.

I love goofy stuff like that. Thanks Kelsey and Eric!

We went to Baltimore to visit our Moms yesterday. We’re lucky that both are still with us.

Now to figure out how I’m going to spend my day.

There’s flowers that need planting. Yes, that’s work. But it’s work I enjoy.

But then, it’s supposed to be sunny and 79 degrees today. I can already hear that blue machine in the garage saying, “Hello? Hello? You need to take me out today!”

Speaking of the motorcycle, I forgot to show y’all that I finally applied my favorite bumper sticker.

Bumper Sticker

The bike doesn’t have a bumper, so it’s on the back of my trunk.

I think I need to get at least some saddle time in today.

I hope you all have a fabulous day.

Shannon, I’ll have our margarita this evening!