Sunday, October 5, 2008

Deja Vu Egg Buyer

Moments after I woke up this morning, someone pulled into our driveway. My wife correctly assumed that it was someone to buy eggs. We posted a sign in our yard about 6 weeks ago, but have had few customers other than family and friends. But we have always managed to keep up with the demand and have never had a problem of running out or having week old eggs sitting around.
Today's customer I recognized immediately, even though I hadn't seen him in over 32 years. It was Frank Holcomb, the son of the farmer who's farm I was unloading fertilizer at on the day my wife went into labor for our first child. (see my previous post June 12, 2008 "My First Dog Rebel part 1")
His long blond hair has turned to gray along with his full beard (which I had never seen him with before). His back was bent from years of hard labor and he had developed a limp, but his voice was as strong as I remembered.
I don't think that he recognized me or my name from our High School days or my job at the Wickes Elevator in Cass City, but I am used to that.
This photo was taken about 30 years before I worked there, but it hadn't changed much.


Laughing Orca Ranch said...
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Laughing Orca Ranch said...

Wow! What a deja vu...and all because of your eggs. How many did he buy?
Will he come back for more...deja vus?
Makes you wonder now who or what else will come rolling up your driveway, eh?

By the way, your Shakespeaean insult boxe made me smile HUGE today!

Can you just imagine the results if we modern day humans used such creative words as: "Thou venomed folly-fallen ratsbane!" instead of pathetically stupid and simple-minded insults like 'FU' or 'A**hole'!!

It makes me smile just thinking about it :)


GreyWolf said...

Lisa: he bought 2 dozen, we will have to see if he returns.
Shakespeare has been a favorite of mine since high school, and you are right, Americans have forgotten how to curse and just swear instead. (maybe because of the Salem Witch Trials?)
The worst Hungarian curse translates into calling someone an "old rooster" and one of my childhood favorites was "dog fart on your nose".

Farmgirl_dk: said...

So, Frank just pulled into your driveway today completely at random to buy your eggs? That's fun. Did you remind him who you were? Did you two talk "old times"? You've clearly got a mind for names and faces - my husband is like that, too. He remembers *everybody* - all the way back to grade school...

GreyWolf said...

Danni: No, he seemed in a hurry.
Maybe next time, if he returns.
Actually putting names to faces is very hard for me. Unless I have a lot of contact with the person or unless I have a good reason to remember the name. But once I do I remember it forever.