older memories.....

Sharing memories can be a lot of fun.  Sometimes the memories are "shared" but from different perspectives.  What I remember one way the other person remembers differently.  Then, as everyone is talking about something, "older" memories happen.  Even if the conversation is about a different, but related, topic.

Recently, at dinner with my son and grandsons, we were talking about tires, spare tires and where the "spare" tire is.  ONE grandson had actually changed a flat tire.  So I shared about changing a flat when I was in high school.  I had finished my shift - I was a nurses' aide at the local hospital - and come out to the flat tire.  So.... I called my Dad.  He came and proceeded to have me change the tire, in my uniform (pale yellow) with two floors of the hospital watching.  I had to "jump" on the tire iron to loosen the bolts (and tighten) and struggled lifting the spare.  At least two people stopped and offered to help but Dad's reply was "she needs to know this."  (The uniform did come clean in the wash!)

When we got back to our house.... Dad pulled into the driveway, I pulled in and my date pulled in behind me.  Dad got out of his car, walked past me, leaned on my date's car and said......"She has learned two things today.  She has learned how to change a tire...... And next time she'll call you."  Yup.....  My son and my grandsons all laughed!!