Back in the days before frost-free/no frost/self defrosting there were actually refrigerators that needed to be defrosted. That meant unplugging them for about a day and setting pans of warm water inside to speed up the defrosting. The frost would be so thick in the freezer compartment that you could not get the ice trays [yes, I said ice trays] out of it. Now, ice trays were these aluminum or plastic trays about 4x6 inches that you had to fill with water, slip into the freezer section, and wait about 8 hours for them to freeze into ice so that you could have a glass of ice to pour your Coca-cola over. I said all that to tell this story :
We had one of these contraptions in our house. The door had a habit of sticking so that it was very difficult to open. Mother would sometimes have to wait for Daddy to come in, so that he could pry the door open. On one particular evening, as I [ a young girl] was eating supper, Mother was unable to get the fridge door open. When Daddy came in from the field, she asked him to open it. He tried and tried but could not budge it. Daddy, being a man of little patience, decided to get a crowbar to help with the situation. He came in the back door with that huge crowbar and immediately went to work on prying the door open. After a few choice words and a lot of work, finally the door came open. By that time, Daddy had pretty much lost all patience and his temper, too. He was "fed up with that door" and said " I'll teach you to stick on me!" With that he slammed it shut, and you can guess what happened next. He had to use the crowbar again. Only this time the door stayed permanently open. Mother got to go downtown to General Electric and select a brand new fridge.
PS- This incident was not as funny then as now.
[Rated G for Family Blog]
Friday, May 29, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
SHANE GIBSON COMMENTS
Uncle Bob & Shane, Troy
Nannie, Papaw, Troy + Shane
Jerry pushing boys downhill
Christmas at Nannie's & Papaw's
Shane watching T V
I am Shannon “Shane” Lynn Gibson. The Grandson of Eugene Henderson Gibson and Edith Inez Hooper Gibson (Pawpaw and Nanny) of Dyersburg, Tennessee. My Father is Jerry Lynn Gibson and Mother is Rebecca Ann Gibson. I have one brother Michael Troy Gibson (Whom I named Troy before he was born).
I live in Mendenhall, Mississippi with my Wife Shelley Rene Gibson and our two children Ella Rene Gibson 11 years old and Carter Lynn Gibson 1 year old.
My father Jerry Lynn Gibson retired from the Air Force as a Chief Master Sergeant after about 37 years (I believe). My mother retired as a School Teacher from Pearl Upper Elementary.
Growing up we lived in Pearl, Mississippi until I was about 7ish. We moved to the Country outside of Brandon, toward Puckett. I road back and forth to Pearl School with my mother and brother until I started High School. I left Pearl School and attended Puckett High School where I meet my Wife.
One of the earliest memories I have of Pawpaw (Eugene) is riding the tractor (John Deere, Pawpaw believed in John Deere – anything else would not do) with him while he plowed the fields. I also rode the combine as Pawpaw and his brother John Austin Gibson would cut the field. Then ride with them to take the grain to the mill. I cannot tell you how exciting it was, to be around those big tractors and trucks at that young age. I will never forget it. With that said, Tennessee is where my Dad taught me to drive and how to work with a tractor! A skill I still use (but not quite as good as my Dad and Pawpaw did). “A” for effort though.
Pawpaw and Nanny had a shed out behind the house where Pawpaw kept most of the tractors and a grain truck. My brother and I played in the dirt in that shed with “Matchbox cars” on our knees until they were sore. The shed was open on the front, tin covered and closed in, and drooped down in the back to let the water run off. It had a mixed smelled of dirt, oil, and diesel fuel. It was GREAT!!!!!! Every once in a while I will be in my shed by my tractor or some where at someone’s house and smell the same smell. It always brings back memories of those days.
If we were not in the shed playing, Pawpaw would crank the lawn mower (Which of course was a John Deere) and we would take turns driving it around the yard. Pawpaw also built us two rope swings in the tree out back and my brother and I would swing until we were sick.
Nanny was always kind and soft spoken, a God fearing woman, and my best friend as a child and young man. She was an example to me of how grownups should treat children and how children should respect their elders. There is no possible way to explain how much of an impact she has had on my life. (I must say that I had great examples of Christian living from both my Father and Mother’s sides of the family).
At night I always slept with Nanny and she would sing and rub my arm until I went to sleep. We would listen to Country Music or talk radio and laugh at the people that called in (one talk radio show was about Vampire Bats attacking cows – you should have heard the folks calling in, it was crazy). We would go the Church of God in Dyersburg with Pawpaw and Nanny on Sunday. I remember praying at night before bed in their big house.
Christmas was a big time. My brother and I always got too much, but we did not mind! Uncle Bob and Aunt Sandra would come from Atlanta, GA and we would all be together. I remember listening to them all talk about when they were growing up and a story about Pawpaw using a Crowbar to open a refrigerator, with some bit of needed force! Stories about trouble that my daddy got into and daddy worrying about Aunt Sandra as they grew up.
Normally, at Christmas in Dyersburg, it snowed (Something we hardly ever see here in Mississippi). We would slide down the hill in front of the house on a piece of tin with Uncle Bob, until we were all frozen. Go thaw out and do it again.
My Dad and Aunt Sandra, act and speak in the same manner my Grandparents did. Aunt Sandra reminds me very much of my Nanny every time I am around her. My Dad has the patients of Job. He and my mother are family oriented and always doing something for or with my brother and I. There is no doubt that my children will benefit from those childhood days and the family we have.
I live in Mendenhall, Mississippi with my Wife Shelley Rene Gibson and our two children Ella Rene Gibson 11 years old and Carter Lynn Gibson 1 year old.
My father Jerry Lynn Gibson retired from the Air Force as a Chief Master Sergeant after about 37 years (I believe). My mother retired as a School Teacher from Pearl Upper Elementary.
Growing up we lived in Pearl, Mississippi until I was about 7ish. We moved to the Country outside of Brandon, toward Puckett. I road back and forth to Pearl School with my mother and brother until I started High School. I left Pearl School and attended Puckett High School where I meet my Wife.
One of the earliest memories I have of Pawpaw (Eugene) is riding the tractor (John Deere, Pawpaw believed in John Deere – anything else would not do) with him while he plowed the fields. I also rode the combine as Pawpaw and his brother John Austin Gibson would cut the field. Then ride with them to take the grain to the mill. I cannot tell you how exciting it was, to be around those big tractors and trucks at that young age. I will never forget it. With that said, Tennessee is where my Dad taught me to drive and how to work with a tractor! A skill I still use (but not quite as good as my Dad and Pawpaw did). “A” for effort though.
Pawpaw and Nanny had a shed out behind the house where Pawpaw kept most of the tractors and a grain truck. My brother and I played in the dirt in that shed with “Matchbox cars” on our knees until they were sore. The shed was open on the front, tin covered and closed in, and drooped down in the back to let the water run off. It had a mixed smelled of dirt, oil, and diesel fuel. It was GREAT!!!!!! Every once in a while I will be in my shed by my tractor or some where at someone’s house and smell the same smell. It always brings back memories of those days.
If we were not in the shed playing, Pawpaw would crank the lawn mower (Which of course was a John Deere) and we would take turns driving it around the yard. Pawpaw also built us two rope swings in the tree out back and my brother and I would swing until we were sick.
Nanny was always kind and soft spoken, a God fearing woman, and my best friend as a child and young man. She was an example to me of how grownups should treat children and how children should respect their elders. There is no possible way to explain how much of an impact she has had on my life. (I must say that I had great examples of Christian living from both my Father and Mother’s sides of the family).
At night I always slept with Nanny and she would sing and rub my arm until I went to sleep. We would listen to Country Music or talk radio and laugh at the people that called in (one talk radio show was about Vampire Bats attacking cows – you should have heard the folks calling in, it was crazy). We would go the Church of God in Dyersburg with Pawpaw and Nanny on Sunday. I remember praying at night before bed in their big house.
Christmas was a big time. My brother and I always got too much, but we did not mind! Uncle Bob and Aunt Sandra would come from Atlanta, GA and we would all be together. I remember listening to them all talk about when they were growing up and a story about Pawpaw using a Crowbar to open a refrigerator, with some bit of needed force! Stories about trouble that my daddy got into and daddy worrying about Aunt Sandra as they grew up.
Normally, at Christmas in Dyersburg, it snowed (Something we hardly ever see here in Mississippi). We would slide down the hill in front of the house on a piece of tin with Uncle Bob, until we were all frozen. Go thaw out and do it again.
My Dad and Aunt Sandra, act and speak in the same manner my Grandparents did. Aunt Sandra reminds me very much of my Nanny every time I am around her. My Dad has the patients of Job. He and my mother are family oriented and always doing something for or with my brother and I. There is no doubt that my children will benefit from those childhood days and the family we have.
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