Things My Parents Forgot To Teach Me
How To Shave.
Thankfully my mother has not gotten around to digitizing any childhood photos so there is not online evidence of themustache hair lip that I sported in high school.
My father never taught me anything about shaving. To be honest though it’s not like I grow a healthy amount of facial hair. To this day I shave no more than 3 times a week whether I need to or not. I blame my Cherokee blood line.
I received my first electric razor my freshman year in college, either the summer before I started or over Christmas break. I don’t know when I first started using disposable razors but it was probably close to college graduation. I was in my late 20s when I bought my first (and current) “real” razor, a Mach III. I just learned to do it on my own, not that it is terribly difficult, but I don’t have that “I remember when Dad taught me to shave” moment.
Ironing and Sewing
This is what made me think of this post. Mom was in for the Easter weekend and I asked her to mend some jeans for me. Two of the belt loops had broken loose. I just don’t know how to do it. Mom tried to show me once (about 6 months ago) but since then I’ve had no reason to pull out a needle and thread. Like my high school Spanish, it gets no use and I’m useless.
I’m a little better with ironing and again Mom has made her efforts to teach me. I can passably iron my work slacks. Shirts? No chance. I can get the bad wrinkles out but to put an intentional crease or pleat in. HA! You must be joking. Fortunately, dry cleaners still charge only about a $1 a shirt. $4 or $5 dollars a week I can handle.
Filling Up A Gas Tank
I still remember the day. I was 16 years old driving the the 1971 VW Karmann Ghia convertible. (love that car!) I saw that the gas gauge was near empty and I pulled into the Phillips 76 station next to Hobson Pool in Woodridge. The gas tank door was on the left and I pulled into the correct side of the pump. I got out, looked at the pump and thought, “Shit! How do I do this?”
Fortunately gas pumps are reasonably simple and, as most do, this one had 1, 2, 3 instructions printed on it. I muddled my way through it and was fairly proud of myself (in that teenager sort of way) that I had figured it out.
Thankfully my mother has not gotten around to digitizing any childhood photos so there is not online evidence of the
My father never taught me anything about shaving. To be honest though it’s not like I grow a healthy amount of facial hair. To this day I shave no more than 3 times a week whether I need to or not. I blame my Cherokee blood line.
I received my first electric razor my freshman year in college, either the summer before I started or over Christmas break. I don’t know when I first started using disposable razors but it was probably close to college graduation. I was in my late 20s when I bought my first (and current) “real” razor, a Mach III. I just learned to do it on my own, not that it is terribly difficult, but I don’t have that “I remember when Dad taught me to shave” moment.
Ironing and Sewing
This is what made me think of this post. Mom was in for the Easter weekend and I asked her to mend some jeans for me. Two of the belt loops had broken loose. I just don’t know how to do it. Mom tried to show me once (about 6 months ago) but since then I’ve had no reason to pull out a needle and thread. Like my high school Spanish, it gets no use and I’m useless.
I’m a little better with ironing and again Mom has made her efforts to teach me. I can passably iron my work slacks. Shirts? No chance. I can get the bad wrinkles out but to put an intentional crease or pleat in. HA! You must be joking. Fortunately, dry cleaners still charge only about a $1 a shirt. $4 or $5 dollars a week I can handle.
Filling Up A Gas Tank
I still remember the day. I was 16 years old driving the the 1971 VW Karmann Ghia convertible. (love that car!) I saw that the gas gauge was near empty and I pulled into the Phillips 76 station next to Hobson Pool in Woodridge. The gas tank door was on the left and I pulled into the correct side of the pump. I got out, looked at the pump and thought, “Shit! How do I do this?”
Fortunately gas pumps are reasonably simple and, as most do, this one had 1, 2, 3 instructions printed on it. I muddled my way through it and was fairly proud of myself (in that teenager sort of way) that I had figured it out.
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