March 29, 2004

monkey business

This entry is dedicated to the grandchildren of Harold Oscar Mitchell and all those who commented on my entry entitled "Weee, it's a rollercoaster ride!" from March 16th:

From a very reliable source -a Mr. Paul Blaine Mitchell (a.ka. Liza's dad)- I have discovered that Suzanne has the best memory of all because...there was a monkey at a hardware store in downtown Naperville. Mr. Paul says that, and I quote, "Grandpa got a big kick out of taking his grandkids to see the monkey and the parakeet at the old Ace Hardware".

Well, grandpa, we all got a great kick out of the experience too! Some of us thought you were taking us to the grocery store (which is an even weirder place to find a monkey!) and some of us only remember the monkey on the pretzel packages...and then there are those of us (Krazie) who only remember seeing monkeys at the zoo. But all of us remember having a lot of special times with our grandpa...and grandpa, we miss you.

Posted by liza at March 29, 2004 09:51 PM
Comments

Thank you, thank you, Liza, for solving the monkey mystery!

Posted by: Heather at March 30, 2004 09:38 AM

is it just me or did any other of the napoleon-tight grandchildren think...
"the monkey he got drunk...DAN-DA..and sat on the elephant's trunk. DAN-DA the elephant sneezed and fell on his knees and that was the end of the monk, and THAT WAS THE END OF THE MONK."

Posted by: anya at March 30, 2004 02:46 PM

of course! it's been playing in my head all week. "oh i went to the animal fair. the birds and the beasts were there. the big baboon by the light of the moon was combing his auburn hair (insert anya's section of the song here)...the monk the monk the monk. and that was the end of the monk". oh, grandpa.

Posted by: krazie at March 30, 2004 02:51 PM

Wow! What special memories you all have of your grandpa. I'm so jealous. When I was born, I had no living grandpas left but throughout my life have adopted a few here or there. None of them took me to a hardware store with a monkey though. My best adopted grandpa was Grandpa George who owned the farmhouse my family lived in when I was three or four. I think he was the real grandfather of some readers of this blog. Anyway, I currently have no adopted grandpas, so the position is open. Any interested parties?

Posted by: Katie Smith at March 30, 2004 03:56 PM

i never knew there was more to the song.

Posted by: anya at March 30, 2004 06:15 PM

Katie Smith, tell us more about Grandpa George! All I get from Portia is 'he was such a hunk!'

Posted by: Bahiyyih at March 31, 2004 09:55 AM