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13 Saturday hikes to go and 25% to my fundraising goal!
One of the best parts, so far, about this endeavor is hearing from old friends of mine and from old friends of my parents. Some of the people I’ve reached out to have forwarded my email on to other people. People who knew my parents, but perhaps not us as a family, or who hadn’t seen either of my parents in many years. This week I received an email from one such person.
A former fraternity brother of my dad’s wrote:
After our wedding (1966), I went straight to the Navy rather than being drafted. We were away for 4 years and reconnected with your Dad after returning to Chicago. He and your Mom married while we were away so I called him and they invited us over for dinner. I think they were living in an apartment in Rogers Park, close to the Lake. When we arrived for dinner, your Dad said something about just finishing dinner and cleaning up the kitchen. Then he looked at my wife and I and said, "We didn't invite you for dinner, did we?". My wife and I looked at each other and politely said, "No".
This story cracks me up. Not just because my dad invited friends over w/o telling my mom then completely forgot the invitation himself. This story cracks me up because I KNOW that my dad would never have let someone get away with this if it had been the other way around. In fact, I think he would have demanded food and beer while relentlessly teasing the forgetful inviter.
Had I known this story before it might have explained the recurring fear I experience just before I ring someone’s doorbell that they will have forgotten that I’d be coming over.
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Tomorrow is hike #2! Pics and wrap-up later on this weekend.
love and dinner invitations,
Erin
