I
can’t say for sure how it was for DeRay before we were married.
His
brother, two years younger, was trouble and a scene-stealer;
while
DeRay quietly hoed the weeds and milked the cow solo.
He
can never remember a birthday party.
When
he was baptized, someone came along and picked the kids up
off
the street and took them to the church.
They
were baptized in their swim suits.
No
parents.
I
know he got on the bus the morning after high school graduation
journeying
to Salt Lake City to find a job to put himself through college.
I
remember he went in the army without even telling his parents goodbye.
That's the story of my life, nobody
notice I'm around, nobody
Not even my parents noticed me.
One day I went to
school, and when I came home, they'd moved!
Our two oldest children were both born in May; the same month as DeRay.
Our two oldest children were both born in May; the same month as DeRay.
By
the time we celebrated both of their birthdays;
and
usually were preparing for a camping trip
as
soon as school let out, I’m afraid he didn’t get much attention.
We
simply couldn’t face one more birthday cake.
One
year, I’m ashamed to say, we completely forgot his birthday
until
we left Bob Creek and went to Kanab where his family
wished
him a Happy Birthday.
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!
He is so totally kind and considerate;
He is so totally kind and considerate;
Gruff;
as a cover-up;
He
would do anything for anyone.
He
has and does.
Did you hear me?
no you did'nt hear me.
From
the first day of our marriage,
he
looked after my widowed mother.
He
towed a car to Canada for her son
who
was on a mission there.
He
drove her to that same son’s wedding
in
Idaho a few years later.
He
has chauffeured our family to Island Park
many
times for family reunions;
to
the Arizona Strip where Daddy ran sheep
and
where none of us had ever been;
to
Muddy Mission Country where our great grandparents
eked
out a living under divine directive.
He
built a family room in Mama’s basement
after
Uncle Ed finished with his woodworking.
He
took her for her cobalt treatments more times
than
anyone else in the family.
When
she planned to retire as Post Master;
he
advised her to take sick leave
then
retire, thus receiving full salary for a year.
He
has lighted and heated the home of my sister
since
her husband died;
bought
and installed television options;
fixed
leaky toilets and spear-headed the painting of her house.
He
has loved every minute of it.
Right
now, he has lost his zest for shopping
without
his two widow customers
for
whom he bargain shops.
Olive
is temporarily in a convalescent home
and
92-year-old Sylvia went to Vegas for a few days--
not
to gamble (she claims) but to see a niece.
Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your
ears?
You'd notice him
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
walk right by me
And never know I'm there. . .
At the Pugh Reunion,
At the Pugh Reunion,
he
cooks sour dough hot cakes and makes sour dough biscuits
for
everyone, no matter how late they straggle in
or
how many hours he has been standing on his sore feet.
Plantar
fasciitis.
He
has invited his family on the houseboat
and
to condos;
yet
when his birthday comes around,
only
the very closest remember.
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there
Even our own children
have forgotten his birthday.
When our married son
and his wife and daughter
were living in our
basement,
they totally missed
his birthday.
He doesn’t get a lot
of adulation and thanks
for all his does for
all of them.
They probably think
he doesn’t want it.
So why does he call
himself
The Cellophane Man?
And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage
should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!
Cellophane
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!
There is no place that is truer
There is no place that is truer
than in the halls of
the church;
and in our
neighborhood.
(except for a couple
of exceptions.)
A human being's made of more that air
With all that bulk , you're bound to
see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who. . .
Should have been my name
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there.
Never even know I'm there.
Mister
Cellophane Lyrics
Chicago The Musical
This year he turned 79.
He can’t forget that
both his dad and Uncle Robert
died at age 79.
**We were determined to celebrate**
(for a change.)
Lunch at a Thai Restaurant
A matinee musical at Pioneer Memorial Theater
A visit with Aunt Olive at Avalon
Brooke and Elizabeth called and invited us to dinner at ElMatador
Brent, Jan, and children called while we were at the restaurant.
And last but not least, Marie Callender's Razzledazzle pie and TurkeyHill Homemade Vanilla ice cream compliments of Emily and Bob Smith, as well as carrot cake at home afterwards.
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