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Farts (Jeanne)

I have so many mom stories to write! I jotted a note this past week - "M - farts" because I was cracking open a hard boiled egg. Suddenly, I could just hear her saying "Mmmm, good fart material." She would say this about broccoli, boiled eggs, onions, etc. Her farts were prodigious! My dad used to joke that he should "bottle them and sell them to the military" to use as a deadly weapon.

She told me (after she retired from teaching) that she would pass gas in her classroom, then move to a different place in the room. As third graders would exclaim "Ew!" and try to figure out the culprit, she would feign innocence. Oh my! She had the gift of making us laugh. Those poor students!
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  1. UnknownNovember 30, 2018 at 6:26 PM

    I remember sitting on the hump in the car when she'd let one fly, and Tom & Ann would be frantically rolling down the windows to stick their heads out to breathe but I was stuck!

    She could end WW3 if the combatants ever got a whiff - and dad offering her "torching paper" to wipe with. Also remember car rides where (if it was hilly) saying uppity up up up & downdity down down down. Lotta car trips!

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