Part 1: (Of My Newest 6 Part Series) A Good Sense Of Humor Is Hereditary… And That’s A Fact.

One of John’s friends is a college writing professor and a published author. He told John that my blog is both funny and well written… that’s quite a compliment, especially coming from him. I’ll take it, but truth be told, I can’t take all of the credit. I believe that a good sense of humor is hereditary, you get it from your parents.

My mother’s name is Jean. She is a beautiful, blonde haired, blue-eyed Polish girl, really a knock-out. My mother was introduced to my father by their mutual friend Jack. (Yes, for those of you following my blog, Jack is the man who told John, “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, you’ll never be bored!”) and the inspiration for a four-part series by the same name, as well as the reason I started this blog.

The first time my parents were supposed to meet, my father, Ed, arrived late (which was his trademark, and apparently an imperfection that I have also whole-heartily embraced during my lifetime). Ed was a handsome, fit, dark-haired, brown-eyed, serviceman in the United States Army.

His best friend, Jack, brought my father to Jean’s house but due to his late arrival, no one was home.

My grandparents owned a cabin on the lake in Ridgefield, Connecticut. When my father failed to show up on time, my grandmother announced they were going to leave for the lake, and they did. My grandmother wasn’t waiting for my father to get there and she made it clear that Jean wasn’t staying behind at home.

Jack was a good friend to my dad and a natural match-maker. When no one was home at Jean’s house, they got back in the car and headed to Ridgefield.

I believe that this was the night that my mother and father fell in love.

Ed and Jean spent their evening walking around the lake holding hands and talking. This was the beginning of a whirlwind romance. The chemistry was so amazing that my father asked my mother out to the movies. They were the perfect couple. Don’t believe me? Check out their photo below.

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What could possibly go wrong on their first real date that was so outrageous that when I heard the story, I asked my mom, “And you went out with him after that?

Stay tuned to find out in Part 2: Embarrassment at the movies…





It’s Exciting To Be Blonde… And Polish…

Here’s a picture of me when I was 30 years old. I had just given birth to my son Kevin and went crazy trying to find a dress to wear to a formal night-time wedding.



Through the years I’ve learned to accept the fact that although I consider myself to be relatively intelligent I do some really stupid shit.

I attribute this to being blonde and my Polish side, although I am also Irish and German.

I’ve learned to embrace it all and laugh at myself… and often others do too.

One night when I was working at the restaurant, a customer called me over to her table. She held up two bottles of oil for her salad and stated, “I need vinegar. You gave me two bottles of oil.”

I replied, “Sorry, let me go find the person that has the two vinegars… this is what happens when your waitress is blonde and Polish.”

My customer laughed out loud.

Another time, a customer at one of my tables stopped and asked me what our restaurant was best known for. We have shirts that say we are “Famous for our roast beef” on the back of the shirt.

We also have shirts that are blank on the back.

I paused, turned around and pointed to the back of the shirt that I was wearing and asked, “What does my shirt say?”

The customer slowly replied, “Nothing.” and looked at me as if I was crazy.¬†Of course, I was wearing the shirt with the blank back.

I had to laugh at myself, but I don’t worry about these occurrences because I know that I’m in good company.

One night my dad was watching T.V. and my blonde and Polish mother was waiting for his show to be over so she could watch a program that she had been wanting to see.

She asked my dad, “Ed, how long is 60 Minutes on?”

We all laughed our asses off!

The Polish are known for amazing food and for making the best alcohol and chocolates.

And, all joking aside, all of the Polish people who I have met are always really nice and jovial with great senses of humor…

As was my blonde and Polish grandmother.

After she passed, I inherited a set of her salt and pepper shakers.


And now you know where I got my sense of humor from.

My life, I swear!

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Have a great day!

Erin Cooper Reed