June 16, 2013

• Fathers Day and I Think Of Sandwiches

       Reuben sandwich, he never could or would not think of the name of that delicacy.
  
        At first he really couldn’t think of the sandwich’s name. On Saturday evenings, before supper, when we were all wondering what would be quick to make and have that evening, even when we suspected he knew the correct name, he would call them Herman sandwiches. “What do you think of sending someone to the store for the makings of (pause) ah..ah..Herman Sandwiches?”. For the rest of his life, we knew what he would always ask for at least once during family gatherings. Of course he was trying to think of Reuben Sandwiches. We would all say “Dad please! They are called Reuben!”. And we would all laugh.
          It wasn’t long that the whole family was calling them Hermans. Our newer generation knows them only as Hermans and have never heard the Reuben sandwich mentioned in their homes. That was the influence that our father had on our families. The great butcher of words. I have a little of that trait.

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