Monday, October 12, 2009
My favorite banana story
I put this in a comment on Major Reader's recent post on opening a banana "the monkey way" (see above video). However, I love this story. Those who know me may find I have repeated it 1000 times, but so what? Why get old if you can't repeat your old stories??? Here it is:
One of the women in my reception at 1890 Randolph tells us that she and her numerous siblings had never eaten bananas in all their young lives until after WW2 ended, and their mother came home one day bearing a bag of groceries containing a bunch of bananas. Mom was highly excited about being able to find bananas on sale in Minnesota at long last, and she pulled the bunch out and left it on the kitchen table for her children to admire while she went to the hallway to hang up her coat. While she was in the hall, the phone rang, and she answered it and chatted at some length.
When she came back to the kitchen, there were no bananas on the table.
"Where are the bananas?" she said.
"We ate them," the children said.
"But where are the peelings?"
"Well, yes, you have to peel them. You can't eat the peelings!"
"We don't like bananas," they said.