What In The Sam Hill!

The other night while I was sitting on the cabin deck taking a break from barn work and eating a bag of chips, I thought of my Great Grandma, who always had a bag of Kitty Clover BBQ Potato Chips on the table at the back of her kitchen. I doubt if she ever thought those potato chips would be one of the many things her grandkids would remember about visiting her house in the 50's and 60's, but for me, among many other things, it is. (I know I've mentioned Kitty Clover before, but dang those chips were good!)

You never know what a kid is going to remember about you when they grow up. That's something I've thought about quite a bit over the years. It's probably one of the reasons I had several repetitive sayings in our home while our kids were little, like "don't kiss any boys" and "coon-dog, bird-dog, yard-dog, dog-dog". A few memorable and ubiquitous family sayings from my childhood home were, "Thun-der-ation!", "What in the Sam Hill?" and of course, "Wait till your Dad gets home!". Now that I think about it, my two brothers and I spent a lot of our childhood "waiting for Dad to get home". If memory serves, our older brother "Ace" was behind most of those darn waitings. I'm also pretty sure he deserved to get in trouble a lot more than he did, however, always the consummate salesman, he managed to get out of more trouble than he got into.

I wonder if maybe it's not too late to "tell Dad". I'll give that some thought and of course keep you posted....