Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree...or does it?


Dead Man Walker just came out yesterday. It’s the fourth book in the Consignment Shop mysteries and in this series there are three woman, Reagan, her mom Gloria and her Auntie KiKi.

Reagan’s mom is a judge, Auntie KiKi is a dance teacher and Reagan runs a consignment shop and is rehabbing her old Victorian. Reagan has good clothes sense and is a good dancer like KiKi. Judge Gloria can barley chew gum and walk at the same time and has terrible clothes sense. Fact is the family urged her to be a judge because the clothes choice was black and that’s it.

Today I told my daughter she was just like me, we both suck at learning languages and math. Give us a room to decorate and stand back...we’re all over it.

My oldest daughter is a cookie cutter image of her dad. Good at science and can put up chair rail and fix anything.

My son will jump in and tackle anything just like me and he has a knack for carpentry and designing things...just like his dad.

The Bush’s are Presidents, look how many actors have parents who also act, and look how many fathers and sons have the same business, pass down the family farm, take over the family business. My grandfather was an ace entrepreneur and my brother is just like him.


So what about your family? Anyone just like a parent or a grandparent? Have you ever looked at your kids and thought He’s just like uncle Willie? Have you ever wondered why you are good at something them find out a relative is really good at that too? 


How many apples have fallen close to your family tree? 

14 comments:

Karen in Ohio said...

Love this topic!

My maternal grandfather was very musical. He had his own band, and he could play many instruments. He was also very talented with his hands, and could whittle balls inside cages attached to a link of chains, all out of a single piece of wood. His oldest daughter, my Aunt Rosie, could do any kind of handwork: crochet, knitting, sewing, weaving, leatherwork, you name it. And many of my uncles and cousins were musically gifted, so much so that most family gatherings when we were kids involved several people pulling out random instruments and playing and singing together.

I used to be able to sing, but mostly I inherited the ability to make things by hand. And the gardening gene came from both my grandfathers, who had incredibly green thumbs. My paternal grandfather taught me the best way to knot a thread for sewing, too!

All I got from my mother was the ability to flirt, but she's still better at it than I am. LOL

Duffy Brown said...

Oh Karen your mom is a hoot.Love it. Wow, you have a really talented family there. I see my kids do stuff and I think…gee, that’s just like their dad. I just apologized to my daughter this morning for passing on the inability to learn a new language gene. And I apologized to another daughter for passing on the migraine gene. I think they all got the garden gene and the I make great spaghetti gene. Have a good day. Hugs,

Mary Jane Maffini said...

We insist that our kids are like us in the good ways, but the rest? Random genes, I guess. Thanks for a fun post and keep those books coming.

XO

MJ/VA

LD Masterson said...

My mom was a looker. Great figure - got whistled at a lot. But she sang like Edith Bunker. Couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. My dad had a singing voice to die for. Beautiful. And, naturally, a very non-feminine form. Guess which I inherited from each. *sigh*

Jeannie D. said...

I am just like my Daddy. He played music and loved to read. He is where I got my love of reading, when I was a little girl he bought home a Nancy Drew he found at a yard sale. Well, that did it, I couldn't read them fast enough. So today, I still can't get enough of cozy mysteries.He taught me to play guitar, dulcimer, banjo and mandolin. My daughter is like my sister, a collector of shoes! She did get my love of gardening and baking though!

Rachelle21 said...

My parents both had jobs that involved math, so unlike a lot of girls, I love math. Guess that was good since I married an accountant. My dad taught be how to use a hammer and we made bookcase together- they are still together! I can do needlework but have not found time for that. Dad took me to see live theater during the summer- with his 20% government discount it would be eighty cents for a ticket in the back. I still love live shows though they are not professionals, Hamilton Gibson has some wounderful actors and actresses. My love of books comes from them as they read while watching tv as I do sometimes.

Duffy Brown said...

We always pass off the bag in the kids to each other’s side of the family. Thanks for posting MJ, I truly appreciate it.

Duffy Brown said...

Oh LD you are a hoot. I got my mom’s big hips and my dad’s sweet tooth…thank you very much. LOL

Duffy Brown said...

Oh, Jeannie, you dad is a true treasure. Lucky you. What an amazing family. Don’t you love how the music gene is there. Our family has none at all. You should hear us sing Happy Birthday. Lord have mercy!

Duffy Brown said...

I love hearing your family stories. I do think we get our love of books from our parents. That you got the math gene is fantastic. That’s another gene that passed me by.

Aurian said...

I think my love of reading comes from my grandmother, as my parents sure don't have it. My mother and sisters are very creative, they like crafts, and I hate them all (because I suck at them). I am glad I have my fathers thick dark hair, not as glad that I inherited his migraines as well.

Anonymous said...

I got my thick hair from my mom but, except for one streak of white hair which she always had, she still had almost black hair when she died at 87 and I got enough of my dad's blond genes to start turning white before 30. Love of reading came from both of my parents and math genes from my dad.

Duffy Brown said...

Hey, Aurian, but you got the great hair. And there is nothing better than love of reading. What a terrific family! They sound amazing.

Duffy Brown said...

My daughter is truing gray at 34 thanks to her dad…and probably her mom having her nose in her business too much. LOL That you got the reading gene is a true blessing. Lucky you.