Not the Mama!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
It’s not “Happy 4th of July,” because every nation in the world has July 4th. Only America celebrates her independence from colonialism on that day. Happy Independence Day!
Breakfast this morning was biscuits and gravy (for your humble scribe) and French toast for She Who Must Be Obeyed. Our hosts were the good folks at Peggy’s Restaurant – a free breakfast provided by Mr. and Mrs. Patel as thanks for staying at their inn.
Behind us were 5 folks with thick Western Pennsylvania accents (see y’uns toomarrey) enjoying their breakfast and friendly banter. The subject at one point was whether or not you put butter into macaroni when you cook it. A man sitting by himself (the 5th) said you do. The single man with 3 women (all three of whom had prematurely blue hair) said you don’t. He said, “Okay, let’s take a poll. Who puts butter in their macaroni?” The poll taker raised his hand. Bonnie and I raised ours. That made it 4-3, and we were included into the group. Not satisfied, the poll taker called out the cook who said, “You do not.” So 5-3.
Earlier PT was watching a news report about North Carolina shark attacks, and efforts to fence in swimming areas. He said, “If you don’t want to be eaten by sharks, stay out of the damj water!” I suggest we nominate him for president. A clear thinker, ready to act decisively!
The head waitress was telling the regulars that she used to have a restaurant called Mama B’s and were trying to recreate it in Chambersburg. She was “The Mama” and her husband was “Not the Mama.” If you never watched it (shame on you and look it up on YouTube) there was a show called “Dinosaurs” years ago where the baby dinosaur hit his dad on the head with a skillet and called him “Not the Mama.” Great stuff – our oldest loved one episode where Not the Mama threw the baby across the room for hitting him in the head with a skillet. As the baby slid down the wall, he said, “Again! Again!” Probably be taken off the air for cruelty to baby dinosaurs today!
The restauranteurs have two dolls of Baby on display. We asked Mama to pose.
We did some antiquing, driving from Chambersburg to Gettysburg. I carried 9 post cards of old Augusta around for about an hour and then put them back. I figured they’d just end up in a drawer back at 233, so I saved the money.
We had lunch at Dunlap’s Restaurant – closed faced turkey sandwiches with mashed potatoes for me and French fries for Bonnie. It would have been like being back at Howard Johnson’s if they’d’ve been open faced, but you can’t have everything.
From there we went to the Seminary Ridge Museum. Seminary Ridge was the place where the Battle of Gettysburg began on July 1, 1863. Before it was over on July 3, there were 51,000 casualties – dead, wounded, and missing. Gettysburg was burying bodies and body parts until late August. And the war would go on for two more years. In the end the total dead would be 620,000. It was not until Vietnam that the total dead Americans in all wars would pass the number killed during the un-Civil War. And it would take the life of perhaps America’s greatest president, Abraham Lincoln, and with his death, condemn the nation to decades, if not more than a century of strife. But that’s a tale for another time (read Bill O’Reilly’s “Killing Lincoln” for a moving telling of that tragedy).
When we came out of the museum it was still raining, so we decided to take in an indoor activity and went to see the reboot of the Terminator movie series. Good movie, but not for children. The PG-13 rating is well-deserved. It is not Pappy approved.
Supper was consumed at the Frank Theaters Gettysburg 10 – one large popcorn, refilled, and one large coke.
On the way to the theater we passed a miniature golf course called “Mulligan MacDuffer’s,” did a u-turn and went back and played 18 enjoyable holes. Modesty prevents me from telling you how much I won by – but it would take all of one hand and two fingers from the other. It’s a great course. Those who have played the miniature golf course in Pittsburgh would have recognized the type. Lots of fun.
And now ... to bed, to bed said Sleepy Head ...
See you tomorrow from the Burgh.
TTFN!
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