My Mom has supernatural abilities
My mom is a remarkably accomplished woman. Here she is pictured on her recent birthday, surrounded by kids and grandkids. She is beloved. She’s a knitter and a gardener and a cook and a baker and a donut maker. She plays the violin, and plants and weeds flower beds all over town. She’s an expert dart player. She loves water fights. All of this is commonly known.
But what is not so well known is the fact that she has supernatural abilities.
It’s true. Well, it’s kind of true. More or less true. True-ish.
Here’s the story that I’ve been promising my faithful blog readers:
One afternoon, the telephone rang in Mom’s kitchen, and she answered it. Recognizing what she believed to be my husband Bryan’s voice, she said happily “Well, hello, Bryan! How are you??”
We were living in Iowa at the time. The voice from the receiver paused, and then Bryan said “I’m . . . fine. . . and how are you?”
“I’m fine! The family doing okay?” She asked.
Bryan said Sure, yeah, they were all doing well . . .
“Hey, I’ve got dough all over my hands–do you want to talk to Dad?” Mom asked, being in the middle of making biscuits for supper.
“Here, honey,” she said, handing the receiver over to my dad, who was sitting at the table, waiting for supper. “It’s Bryan!”
As Dad positioned the receiver to his ear, he overheard a quick comment that the caller made to somebody with him. “My gosh, she knows my name!” Dad knew at that point, of course, that it wasn’t really my husband Bryan.
Dad didn’t miss a beat.
“Hi Bryan!” Dad said into the ‘phone. “What’s up?”
There was silence on the other end of the ‘phone. Finally, a faint voice said “Hi, um, this is Bryan . . . from National Geographic Magazine, and I’m calling tonight to ask you . . . Jim . . . if you’d like to renew your subscription.”
“Well, yes, Bryan,” said Dad, “I do want to renew that subscription. I got the notice earlier this week.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you. But . . . I need to ask you . . . ” said the confused telemarketer, clearing his throat, “how did your wife know that my name was Bryan?”
“She’s psychic,” Dad said.
“That’s bizarre,” breathed Bryan, the magazine salesman.
“Tell me about it. You ought to try living with her,” Dad kept going. “I can’t get away with anything!”
“Gosh. . . ”
“In fact, she told me that you would be calling tonight.”
Bryan was silent.
“In fact,” Dad continued, “I already wrote a check, and I’ve got it in an envelope here to put into the mail in the morning.”
Still, silence on the other end.
Dad was grinning. He couldn’t think of anything more satisfying than playing with the mind of a telemarketer, especially one who would call during his supper hour, for Pete’s sake.
“Okay, well–” Bryan said, “I hope you have a good evening then, Jim. You and your wife, both.”
“Oh, don’t worry, we will . . . ” said Dad, one last card up his sleeve. “My wife already told me that we were going to.”
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What a cute story, and what a fun Mom!
She really is fun, Terry!
A question: What if I was a spammer but ticked Im not? Can you tell? 🙂 Just a silly question.
That’s hilarious! I only wish I could think that well on the fly!
Holly: me too. Me too!! 😉
That’s a cute story, my first thought would be the caller ID but that thought vanished quickly as the ID wouldn’t specifically say the persons name. Very grand of your dad to keep the joke going it takes teamwork!
And Elisa, this happened a few years ago before caller ID was a thing.
Your mom is a very inspiring woman. Congrats!
That’s too funny! Thanks for sharing Amy! I love to laugh and that just made me chuckle 😉 <3
so glad, Elly! 🙂
I love it! That is the best story ever! Your mom looks and sounds wonderful. I am so glad you have a wonderful, close family. Isn’t that the best? I know that your family is spreading out a bit now, but I bet you will stay just as close to them as you are now. Aren’t telephones and computers great for that?
My mom is 95, and I just got word last night that she and my sister are going to be winter Texans and spend the winter with us! I am so excited that finally I will get to have a lot of time with them. My sister is the one who was my bud all through our growing up years, and she has had a series of strokes and just had to quit her job. That means that she is mobile and can do extended visits. I am not glad she had a stroke, but I am glad that it means she can spend time with me. She and mom and I will be the original three musketeers! Good times ahead for this family.
Love this. Thanks for sharing.
What a great story LOL as a matter a fact, it’s tough chuckling and trying to type at the same time. LOL
What a fun story! Enjoyed reading it. What I loved was how your dad played right along with it!
My dad is pretty cool that way. 🙂
Ha ha! I forgot about this story. Grandma is an amazing person to be sure. That poor salesman is probably still telling, and retelling this story. Poor chap.
I know, Bethie, I’ve always wondered about that salesman, Bryan. I wonder how many times he has told that story!
I know! It was Jake from State Farm!
(sorry, couldn’t resist.)
You are funny, Alana (and still my favorite).
lol, your day must be fun to be around.