Frankenstory Friday: Hurricane Candles

Frankenstory Friday LogoWelcome to my Father’s Day edition of “Frankenstory Friday“!

This story has nothing to do with Father’s Day, actually, other than the fact that it involves my father, Frank. God love him. Here we go:

Several years ago, my sister and I went shopping at the then-new outlet mall located about 45 minutes from our home town. After a full day’s shopping, we stopped at my parents’ house to show my mom everything we’d purchased. It was a hot summer day, and the three of us were in the living room while Frank was enjoying the heat from his lawn chair in the backyard while drinking a beer. (As he always did, and still does.)

Anyway, one of my best bargains of the day was a hurricane candle shell. If you don’t know what that is, I guess I can only describe it as a large, hollow, oval-shaped wax candle, meant to have a votive or tea light placed inside. It looks something like this:

Hurricane Candle Shell

When I first took it out of the bag, we all joked that if Frank were to see it, he’d say, “What into the HELL is THAT?” So, we decided to light a tealight, put it inside of the hurricane shell, and place it on a shelf that divides the living room from the kitchen in my parents’ house. (We call it the “divider.”) The plan was to see if, when Frank came into the room, he would make a remark.

About 10 minutes later, in walked my dad. When we heard the door open, we began giggling like schoolgirls, anxiously awaiting the the results of a good prank.

“Hey, what are you two doin’ here?” he asked my sister and I.

“Just visiting with mom. Too hot to go back outside.”

[More giggling.]

Then, as he passed the “divider,” he stopped, looked at the hurricane shell, and said,

“WHAT into the HELL is THIS thing?”

[Mom, sister, me all fall on floor, laughing hysterically.]

Then my dad smiled. And while laughing, he asked:

“What, did you guys all say that I would come in here and say ‘What into the hell is this?’”

We were still laughing too hard to respond, but I think my sister was able to compose herself enough to nod.

He kept on walking to the fridge, and muttered something like, “. . . you guys are something else . . .”

I’ve got a lot of Frankenstories — too many to pick a favorite. But that one’s probably in my top three.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

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06 2008

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  1. 1

    Awwwwww your dad is so lucky to have such fun girls!

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  2. 2

    Oh my gosh, that is hilarious. Your Dad sounds like he could be as funny and crazy as the Kev {my dad}, which would be a major feat. And that so sounds like something my sisters and I would do. No wonder I think you could be our funny 6th sister {yes, there are 5 of us}

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  3. 3

    Aw, Happy Father’s Day, Frank. That’s a great story. I miss my Paw!

    JD at I Do Things

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  4. 4

    That is Franken-hilarious! (sorry, I couldn’t resist)

    LOL, your family sounds like fun.


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