Recently many topic suggestions have perked up inspiration. This one reminds me of the time while i was working for the Department of Motor Vehicles, a lady came up to my desk and plopped down a title to a Cadillac and said, “I want to put this car in her name.”
I was shocked, as the name was my full name! I asked in a shocking surprised way, “Why?” Of course the lady cocked her head and answered back just as surprised that I would ask such a question and replied, “This is my sister, and I want to give her my Cadillac.”
I explained my curiosity, that the name on the title was my exact name, down to the exact spelling of my first, middle, and last name, even the “ey” of Kelley.
She asked me if I knew the difference of Kelly and Kelley. I had no idea.
In Ireland, where conflicts were going on between religious factions, Kelly is Catholic, while Kelley was a later spelling, representing “of protestant belief”. I could not find anything on the net to verify this story. I do not know if it is still that way today, but I thought it interesting fact to learn.
It turns out that there are more Kelley, Kelly, and O’ Kelley, in America and Britain than in Ireland, but in Ireland, it is the second most common name behind Murphy. It means “bright haired ones.”
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I asked the counter person at Arby’s today if they had senior soda. They did. So I got a small soda with my great Jr. Buffalo Chicken sandwich for a total of $1.07. As I sat eating my sandwich, feeling fortunate that I am a “senior” I reflected on 20-30 years ago, when my sister and her husband hit hard times.
It was winter in Texas, and not a lot of yard work to do, which was how they lived from week to week. They were also dumpster diving resellers. They would fix the broken, polish the dirty, and resell their “free” treasures. It was hard enough just to keep warm, much less keeping something in the pantry.
One afternoon, they went into a café, and ordered hot water. Then they mixed the hot water with ketchup, and ate the crackers on the table. Back then, crackers were on the table with the salt, pepper, and sugar, ketchup and mustard. When they finished, the waitress gave them the bill for 16¢, what the waitress decided was fair for the 16 packs of crackers they ate. They couldn’t even pay that.
So the waitress called the police to have them thrown in jail for vagrancy. When the officer heard the story, he looked at the waitress in disbelief. He reached into his pocket, plopped a quarter down telling the waitress to keep the change.
I miss my sister. She had a very hard life, and died of cancer two years ago. My head holds back the tears in my heart thinking of this story. Human kindness of that police officer kept the two out of jail…but what about the waitress? Did the event have any lasting effect on her? I hope so. I have forgiven her, someone has to.
These are my absolutely most favored words because when my Grandson was 3 years old, enunciating each letter like honey on his pursed lips.
In 1984, when my director at Kilgore College said I had to audition for a grade…..I said I would, but he couldn’t choose me for a part, I was happy working backstage….
And he chose me.
The Time Of Your Life by William Saroyan. A small part, matter of fact the smallest part in the play.
Then neatest thing happened. On a dress rehearsal, I had gussied up to do the 1940 setting in an outdated” 1930’s fashion…. he came backstage.(I get goosebumps when I think of it…)
He told me I brought tears to his eyes…..
That is the grandest compliment I have ever gotten!
Yeah, I got the bug!
To get paid…heaven on earth for sure!