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My Father Left My Mother in Waco Texas

In honor of my father’s 70th birthday, I’m going to tell you guys the Waco Texas story, which still makes me laugh to this day. In December 1986 two major events happened in my family. First, I graduated from CMU – Central Michigan University (fire up Chips!), and second, my older brother (the one two years older than me) got married.  

Because of the dual big events, and the fact that my father is a great distance driver, my parents decided to take their time and drive up from San Antonio Texas to Mt. Pleasant Michigan. Back then, they owned a mini-van, and on that trip my mother decided to lie down in the back while my father drove the first shift. After several hours of driving, my father stopped for gas at a station in Waco. Before he got out of the van he asked my mother if she had to use the bathroom or wanted anything from the store. “No,” she said, and continued resting. So he filled up the tank, bought a few things at the store, and hit the road again.   

He drove another hour and a half, started getting drowsy, and called to my mother for her to take a turn behind the wheel. She didn’t answer. He called to her again. No answer. He shouted her name, but still my mother remained silent. Finally he pulled over, stormed to the back of the van, and snatched the door open.  “Didn’t you hear me calling –“ He glared at the empty spot. “Ohhhh no.”  

I was at my apartment cleaning for their arrival when I received a call from my father. “Sharon, have you talked to your mother?”   

Mind you, this was before cell phones were in existence. So you can imagine how disturbing it was for me to receive such a call. “What do you mean?” I said. “She’s with you.”  

I heard stress in my father’s voice, and pictured him pacing on the other end of the line. “I think I left your mother in Waco.”   

“You, what?!”  

He told me the story, jumped back in the mini-van, and back-tracked 1.5 hours to the gas station where he had last stopped. Sure enough, there was mom. No purse, no money, no nothing. Needless to say, their adventure made for a lively discussion all the way to Michigan.

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16 Responses

  1. OH my stinkin heck that is funny!!!! I am going to link to this on my Saturday post.

  2. Well you are sure fancy, you got a new look. I LOVE IT.

  3. Thank you, Lori. I have to say, I’m really thrilled with how it turned out. My web designer, Tywebbin, did a great job.

  4. Great story! I’ve heard about kids being left behind but never spouses. 🙂

  5. Thanks Mary. Even now, this story is a lot of fun to tell.

  6. LOL

    If I did that, I’d be in the ground, with ‘An Idiot Lays Here’ inscribed on my headstone.

  7. I enjoyed this a lot…so typical of some men.

  8. I’ve warned my husband that he better not leave me when we stop while on a roadtrip. LOL

  9. Hey stopping by from Blogs Her Color.

    This is a great story. I have to admit from the title i was a little afraid especially with the history of Wac, but i’m glad it was just a humorous adventure and you parents made it safe.

  10. GreedyGirl1, I’m so glad you enjoyed the story. To this day, we still tease my father about it. 🙂

  11. Omg! that’s hilarious! Kinda sad but hilarious! My mom would have NEVER let my dad live that one down!

  12. LOL! Khalia, my mom hasn’t let my dad live it down either. This story will live on forever…poor dad.

  13. Visiting from Blogs Her Color Thanks for the laugh. Poor Mom.

  14. Coniqua, thanks for stopping by. I’m so glad you enjoyed the story–it’s an oldie in our family but a goodie.

  15. That is a great story. I can’t wait to talk to your dad. I’ll be chuckling over that one for a good while.

  16. LOL Mary, I love this story too. You couldn’t believe how freaked out I was when my dad called me asking where mom was. What a hoot!

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