Lite Light Tales

You asked the wrong family member to discuss strange/exciting/unusual things that have happened at traffic lights. I don’t have much in the way of stories at a light. Now, my brother had more than a few strange occurrences, (mostly involving strange bumper bumps, one involving a sneeze), and my sister has quite a repertoire of stories she tells,(like when Liz Taylor rolled down the window of the car she was riding in and asked what kind of antique replica my sister was riding in), but not me.

Oh, like Jillian, I, too, found that motorcycle police can be very attractive. My mother pointed out how the uniform fit on the broad-shoulders and tapered, muscular back of such an officer just in front of us at a light one day, many moons ago; I can still see him.
Just around the same time, we were at a convergence of two major arterial roads in the same area, (the Washington, DC suburbs). We were the first car at one point of a three-way traffic light. An ambulance came around the corner from one, passing by in front of us at full-tilt, with sirens blaring, lights flashing and horn honking to make sure that none of us got in the way. Once again my mother pointed. “Look at the driver.” Despite the high speed and congested, tight turn, the driver had both hands turning the wheel, a calm look on his face and an apple stuck in his mouth!
“Wow”, Mom said. “If I ever have to go to the hospital, I want him to drive me; what confidence!”

I guess I didn’t really have a story after all; these stories are my mother’s!

(Hey, not that I don’t like hearing from you via Facebook or email, but if you stop by to read this, why don’t you leave a message/comment here, as well? Thanks.)

About Tonette Joyce

Tonette was a once-fledgling lyricists-bookkeeper, turned cook/baker/restaurateur and is now exploring different writing venues,(with a stage play recently completed). She has had poetry and nonfiction articles published in the last few years. Tonette has been married to her only serious boyfriend for more than thirty years and she is, as one person described her, family-oriented almost to a fault. Never mind how others have described her, she is,(shall we say), a sometime traditionalist of eclectic tastes.She has another blog : "Tonette Joyce:Food,Friends,Family" here at WordPress.She and guests share tips and recipes for easy entertaining and helps people to be ready for almost anything.
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24 Responses to Lite Light Tales

  1. jeff salter says:

    so how did you sister happen upon Liz Taylor?
    That’s cool to be able to say “Liz stopped me and asked a question.”
    Your mom sounds like she’s easily distracted. LOL

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    • Something happened to day,Jeff and for some reason, your comment here entered my head…why? I have no idea; my short term memory is iffy at best any more.BUT, somehow it occurred to me that you thought my mother was driving,(hence’ “easily distracted”); my mother never learned to drive,so she had a reason to be looking around,(which beats the heck out of backseat driving by a non-driver!). I, on the other hand, usually see nothing but the car in front, the car behind and who is in my immediate vicinity , going my way or heading in my direction, and only their general proximity. I have people who claim the way and saw me and frankly, I pay no attention. My next door neighbor tried for years to get my attention when he’d see me on the road, and chide me later; he gave up after the first couple of years. Someone will say, “Look, there’s a car like….”Can’t go by me! As a matter of
      fact,I only recently noticed an enormous house that sits just off a road I have traveled many times, but , until I was in the passenger seat, never I never saw it.

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  2. Well, we were living where we were born and raised, Jeff, the Washington, DC area. We lived in Northern Virginia most of that time and those were the John Warner years for Liz. My sister was a young widow whose boyfriend had a replica of a 1930-something Cord, which had been a car by Duesenberg; it was pretty unique.It caught Liz’s eye, anyway. They were at a stoplight, Liz rolled-down the window in the car she was riding in and addressed my sister, who had her window down.(1930’s cars had no A/C.)
    Mom was a smart cookie, Jeff, but she also gave me my appreciation for good-looking, capable men!

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  3. More stories! I love these glimpses of your life and your family!

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    • Thanks, “Shelly”,( you are going to kill me, aren’t you?I couldn’t resist;I started to say “Seashells”).
      Join the fun here; that’s what we do, take a topic and say what’s on our minds.It’s usually an anecdote from our lives.(This place is tailor made for me! More than my cooking blog; the stories just aren’t coming out there like I had imagined.)
      I’m the Friday Fox, but the others are often more amusing than I am,(or in this case,one was very deep).Check us out! Thanks for checking IN!

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      • Shelly’s funny. I like it! But Liz!!! How timely, especially with the whole Lindsay Lohan thing and her horrible portrayal of that beautiful woman. When he was a boy, capt lived for a time in Kauai and Liz had a huge compound there and he was friendly with Liz’s nephews but he never saw HER and he had such a crush. He was about 8 at the time. Things were hectic with the kids here, and then the cleanup, but I’m back!

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    • Yeah.OK…I’m…ready for more! (BTW Today, [12/3] is my 30th wedding anniversary.And I’m STILL ready for more life before I die!)

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  4. I understand.Funny how sometimes you never see anyone. when they are right there. Jerry Bruckheimer and his wife bought most of the town next to me; in fact , Linda Bruckheimer was my landlady when I worked at then ran the town’s bakery/restaurant.I never met either of them,(I never even saw Jerry in the flesh).However, I know they ate my goodies,and Linda ordered lunch a couple of times. We never knew who was at their mansion, as the staff was sworn to secrecy, but we’d get a desperate call from their housekeeper asking what we had on hand, as Jerry brought guests in unexpectedly. (The Bruckheimers paid to extend the local air strip to accommodate their jet.).Jerry had a hockey rink built on his property and he flies his friends in to play, and we’d get orders for a cookie plate to go with fresh fruit for while they played.
    Linda has her headquarters in an antique shop in the heart of town,not far from their house.She’d have busloads come in to tour the mansion and buy antiques.My niece-business partner and I would make up-scale fancy box lunches for them.Those were fun. We never did the Bruckheimer Thanksgiving,though.My ex-boss had fed some big names there; Sean Connery was their guest one year, (we found out afterward, as we did that Will Smith probably partook of my cookies…and Arnold Schwarzenegger was there once.Figure HE left them on the plate? )

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    • Thank you for linking to this. No, I did not receive it! You have a wealth of backstory here, Ms4foxes1hound! How was the bakery biz? Didn’t you have to get up at 3:30 a.m to bake?I toyed with the idea of opening a bakery or selling baked goods but never did it. Too many rules and regs here in CA to make it worthwhile to open a small biz. I’m blown away by all you’ve accomplished!!

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      • LOOOOOONG story, Shells! It is really hard here, too, or we would have re-opened, believe me.That dream still has a tiny flicker somewhere in both my niece’s and my hearts.. The regulations are strict; but I guess we ought to be glad when we are the consumers.
        Yep,I had 2 teenagers and a husband that worked nights…I ran on around 3 1/2-4 hours sleep for years.

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      • I’m not the biggest British royalty fan, but I’m glad, they are cute…and less chance of old Charles and that thing he married on the throne, I hope!
        Thanks, you know,I never thought I accomplished much, (certainly not what I had ever dreamed of), but one of my very successful cousins told me the same thing and , well, OK!

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  5. Laurie Ryan says:

    I have no light stories, except for having a husband who is very verbal if his perceived wait time is longer than he thinks necessary. lol Wow. Your sister had a conversation with Liz Taylor? Very cool!

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  6. Glad you stopped in, Laurie.I appreciate it!
    If you call Liz asking.,
    “What IS that?” and my sister saying,
    “It’s a replica of a 1930(whatever) Cord”
    And Liz shaking her head a “conversation”, then, yeah.
    It’s ALWAYS all about my sister; she has always had all the luck.

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  7. ps how do you make the snow?

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  8. Good story. AND yep, Love the motorcycle guys.

    Snow was my decision a couple years ago and it automatically put it up this year, too

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