This week Frank opts for the theme of Surprise for his photo challenge.
It’s a happy theme, though I for one am not keen on surprises, mainly because my face is too expressive. I am so afraid that if I’m not ‘surprised’ or happy about something I’ve been given or something that has been done specifically for me, it would shatter the pleasure of the giver/organiser, and I wouldn’t want to do that.
However, I am happy to arrange a surprise or help organise one for anyone else.
I’ve already written about Mum’s 80th birthday, and whenever we visited it would always be a surprise for her because we never announced our intentions in case we were unable to go for any reason. We’d try and take Mum out for lunch and always took something in to nibble so that Sis didn’t have the worry of feeding us.
Photo: Mum and me Feb 2017.
I surprised my parents on a few occasions, one on the announcement over dinner in 1981 of moving in with someone 70 miles away. My Dad’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth, then resumed its journey. When he’d finished his mouthful, he said I was never to forget this was my home, though I didn’t realise at the time he didn’t like the guy I was moving in with.
Another was when we booked a table for them and the rest of the family. Mum was chuffed as rocks she got to keep the posy of flowers on the table. We also took them for a chinese meal on their 45th anniversary, which turned out to be the last time we were all together.
But the biggest surprise I pulled off was for their Coral (35th) wedding anniversary.
I invited them up for Sunday dinner, and when they arrived, Mum was given flowers and Dad a cigar.
Mum was disappointed to see a buffet laid out instead of a roast, though she was pleased to see her favourite prawn vol au vents either side of the cake I’d made which my boss iced with sugar craft red carnations. Dad always gave Mum two dozen on their anniversary, and only missed once when money was especially tight.
One by one, everyone came out of my kitchen.
There was my Dad’s brother, two sisters and their families plus my brothers and sister with their families, in all about 37 of us in my 3 bed semi.
Mum was in tears, and my Dad speechless as he shook everyone’s hand.
It was wonderful to see them both so overwhelmed and happy to see everyone.
Such happy days.
Mum and Dad’s Silver Wedding Photo watched over by Chopper.