A Tribute to My Mom
Submitted by Carl (Butch) Montross, Jr.
DFI Many of you know about my mother’s leadership qualities, but I suspect that some of you are not aware of her role as a prankster. April first is one of her favorite holidays. Beware if she ever offers you a sandwich or a piece of layer cake. The waxed paper is easier to get rid of than the white thread, disguised with some innocent icing or margarine, or even peanut butter.
Going in town, shopping with my mother, was often embarrassing when I was a teenager. She would love to wolf whistle at girls on the street, then quickly peer into a store window while I stood there looking guilty and embarrassed!
At age 16 or 17, driving around Harvey’s Lake in the summer could also be an adventure, with Mom in the car. She would reach over from the passenger seat and blow the horn at girls on the docks as we drove by; very surreptitiously, I might add.
Mom has been known to eat freshly baked pies at her sister’s house when no one was home. I have even seen her chase my Dad and Uncle Tommy around the orchard with Tommy’s Jeep.