Mainly in March - 2019 - #SoCS - Abash, A Bash, Bash

Linda's prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is "Abash/a bash/bash" with bonus prompts for using all three.

Went to my very first hockey game the other night.  Our daughter was really hoping to see a bash brawl break out but there was no such thing.  Only one penalty too.  Pretty calm game from what I understand.  At least our home team, The Sharks, won!

We had pretty good seats too.  

Looks like the shark is eating the Canadian flag, doesn't it?  

I think my daughter has the hockey bug as she is at another game today.  Maybe a bash will occur for her this time. 


I am not abashed to admit that tomorrow is my 64th birthday.  I think I've held up pretty well for 64 and apparently I only have 9 months to go until I can apply for Medicare!  I'm not having a bash to celebrate, I just want the rain to hold up for a while so I can start moving my things into the new studio.  Rain and paper products do not play well together. 

The 13th of March is my dad's birthday.  I say I was his birthday present because my mom and I got to come home from the hospital on that day.  He would be 106 if he were alive.  His real name was Italo but everyone called him Bash.  A couple of different stories about that.  One is that he was bashful but given that he was a prankster, I'm not sure that was true.  I'm pretty confident that he wanted you to think the B.S. on his shirt stood for bulls-1t and not Bash Stagnaro!  The other theory is that when he was younger he and his friends used to bash their stomachs together.  His stomach did stick out a bit but there's a lot of people out there with big stomachs who did not bash them with their friends.   

Okay I think I used all three words.  Time to go get carpet put in the studio!  Have a pleasant Saturday! 

Jubilant June

June 19 -- Happy Father's Day

This is the only picture I have of my dad as a youngster.  He is on the far right and to me, looks like a hooligan.  His older sister was queen of something (she's the one in the middle with the hat) so I am supposing they took a family photo for the occasion.  I love old photos like this and sadly, I don't have that many from my father's side.

My dad was very proud of his plants.  He was a florist and at one time was part owner in a local nursery.  When the nursery closed down, he worked as a delivery man, picking up flowers in the early morning from the flower market and delivering them to florists up and down the Peninsula.  He loved his flowers. 

He also loved my mother and my sisters and I.  You can just tell by the way he is looking at her in this picture.  I think that's one of the reasons my own marriage has lasted so long.  I had an excellent example from my parents.  I used to say that I was his favorite because I was born on March 10 and his birthday was March 13.  Mom and I were able to come home from the hospital on that day, so I said I was his birthday present.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            He was a bit of a prankster as well.  He would dress up when the occasion warranted, even wearing a dress one time when my mom wanted to wear pants (a thing he did not approve of -- very old fashioned he was!)  I'm sure he had the B. S. on the front of his shirt to signify something other than his name ("Bash Stagnaro"), and would have had a good laugh with his buddies.  

My parents and their friends went on several bus and train trips to Reno in their time.  He probably asked the bus driver if he could sit in the driver's seat on this particular trip.    He usually wore a cowboy hat instead of a ball cap.  In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him with a ball cap on, although he liked to watch baseball and football. 

He was also a great handyman.  In our backyard he built a huge table and a big barbecue pit so that we could have the neighbors over for summer barbecues.  Our Fourth of July parties were legendary!

He was a fan of the "selfie" before anyone knew what they were.

I think this picture is from one of the last cruises that he and my mother were able to go on.  Sadly, he died way too soon, somewhere in his late sixties.  He never met my husband or the children, something that I am sad about.  I am sure he would be proud. 

I have many memories of my dad and I will make sure to pass those along to the kids so that they will know a little bit about their grandfather.  Happy Father's Day, Dad.  I love you!