"Honest To God, Sunday"
hat’s an easy one. My Dad loved me with every ounce of his being, but there were at least ten zillions times I tried his patience. My Dad was a freelance translator for the military, all three branches.
He was the most brilliant man I have even know; fluent in no less than 15 languages, including all the different dialects of each country.
Between my ages of 7- 18, we live in 5 countries. We were given base housing, but Dad insisted we live off base among the people. I did go the American school and had both native and military kids as playmates.
My algebra teacher was from Egypt .I think I had a crush on him, but I don’t remember; probably did at 14\ since Mr. Alexandra was cute, funny, and looked like an Egyptian pharaoh.
I decided for the last day of school to throw him a party but as a joke. My Dad was on assignment in Belin, but mom, my brother, and I stayed in Wiesbaden on base.
Daddy’s best friend and my Godfather Rich. was the head of Food Services for the base. I called him, not telling Mom, explaining that I wanted him to make a fake cake for my teacher's birthday. I wanted a cake pan decorated like a blackboard. When Mr. Alenandra cut into the cake, the knife would make a noise.(I know it was lame, but give me a break guys, I was only 14)
Things didn’t go as planned.
On the same day of the Mr. A’s party, the mess hall’s kitchen also had an order to bake a birthday cake for the base’s commanders 6ths.
Yep, you got it. Mr. Alexander’s knife sliced perfectly into a delicious piece of lemon cake.
The COMMANDER’S KNIFE MET WITH A CLUNG!
When Dad heard that I was behind the whole incident, his first action was the same as it was a million times before and zillion after.
‘HONEST TO GOD, SUNDAY. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?”
Sadly he never got to finish his novel, “Honest to God, Sunday.”
Rolling along,
Sunday
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Lol. What a great story!
But WOW! 15 languages! That is amazing! I love language and I always thought that it would be the coolest thing in the world to be able to speak a dozen languages....
As a dad, I like hearing that. So often, dads are undervalued. Of course mothers are incredibly important, but fathers play a role, too.
it was Dad, I told that I was disappointed with my first real kiss. he tried so hard not to laugh, but I think he was secretly happy that I didn't like it
Hugz
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Honestly your dad was a genius! 15 languages! I speak 6 and I'm very proud about it.