Onward, James!

My sister visited this week to help with my dad. Early one morning, she hopped in the car with me to run the carpool…bribed by the promise of a very good cup of coffee afterwards.

My sophomore-in-high-school son sat in the back, looking mournful (he was facing a long day of final exams). “Drop me off in the senior parking lot,” he instructed me in a gravelly voice.

Something in the way he said it made my sister smile. “Onward, James!” Wendy said in a cut-glass British accent. “To the senior parking lot!” She waved a hand as if shooing the butler (which, come to think of it, happened to be me), adding, “And make haste!”

My son, not in a good mood to start with anyway, rolled his eyes as my sister and I burst into laughter.

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.

Comments

  1. Ann says:

    I had an aunt and uncle whom we always called James and Stell! James was the driver and Stell was the maid!! Reminds me of good times. Drive safely, James!!