Dad and the Refrigerator

Let me tell you a little bit about my dad. Otherwise you may not appreciate this story.

Dad was born a born a premature birth. It was in the 1920’s. Being born in a cabin in eastern North Carolina only complicated matters. Adding to being premature, dad had to deal with being born blind.

Eventually he was able to attend a school for the deaf and blind. He loved courtroom dramas and would listen to the old Perry Mason television shows. There were times when dad would go to the county courthouse just to listen to trials. Course he usually was playing his own game of figuring out who done it.

Although his blindness made him somewhat dependent, he worked hard at being more and more independent. He would rather work at whatever he could instead of seeking government assistance. Dad was a proud man.

Dad worked for a while for a local construction company. He was the early version of a telemarketer. He called people from the white pages of the phone book to tell them about the services provided by the construction company.

He finished his place in the workforce as a Canteen Manager under the direction of the state commission for the Blind. Now I’m telling you all this so you can appreciate one incident that happened early one morning.

Dad loved to drink cold water. Really cold water. He kept a pitcher in the refrigerator and a frosted beer mug in the freezer for his water. During the night dad went into the kitchen and poured himself a class of water, drank it, and went back to bed. Early the next morning he got up to fix me and my sister and brother some eggs [yes, blind people can do these things]. Mom had already left for her job.

Dad opened the door to the refrigerator and yelled. We went running to see what was wrong. Something hit dad on the leg and whatever it was; was alive! After a brief search we found the varmint. It was our new kitten. Turns out when dad got up to get his water the kitten jumped into the refrigerator unbeknown to dad.

Fortunately, the kitten was small, there wasn’t a real long period of time before dad got back up from getting his glass of water and most of all; dad couldn’t get his hands on that cat! By the way, it is never a good idea to put raw eggs in your pocket.

Until next time,

Hoss

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About Hoss

Married w/ 1 daughter & 3 step-children . Ordained minister. I do supply preaching every opportunity I get. Currently employed in a state prison system. Wife & I own a flower shop in a nearby city. I am approaching my late 50's, although I certainly don't look like it.
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One Response to Dad and the Refrigerator

  1. What a story. This made me smile. I do like old Perry Mason re-runs, too.

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