meet the parents

The TexasNorth Mulders took a collective sigh this weekend and headed to a cabin with the rest of the Dutch side of the family. Six cousins- all girls, 3 ‘out’ laws who married into the fam, 4 Mulder siblings, 2 Mulder parents, 3 large dogs, and 1 boyfriend visiting for the day meeting the parents bless his ever-lovin’ heart.
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The biggest hit was the moose over the fireplace. Every child under the age of 5 was absolutely enamored with the poor thing. If I were stronger, I’d have carried him home for Peanut. She was greatly saddened to have left him(?) behind. [photo taken by yours truly and altered at picnik.com]
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There was a day right about now in 2002 when my cousin was graduating high school. My mother’s sister’s daughter… in Cleveland. My parents were headed north from the Mother Country for the family festivities and I was stuck in San Diego in the midst of Young Life high season. It had already been decided that I was moving to Grand Rapids at the end of the summer, but The Boy just didn’t like the idea of a girl moving across the country- unengaged, jobless, and pulling a u-haul- without him having ever met my father.
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I kid you not, that Boy got off work on Friday night and headed East determined to do things right. My father met him at the door wearing a mesh ball cap, a t-shirt, dockers, and penny loafers with no socks. Rock the vote, Pap. They shook hands, my mother cried, and the boys proceeded to set up 42 million folding tables for the ensuing fish-fry slash family reunion that was blowing in the next day. They’ve been good friends ever since, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Most of the time.
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My mother has only one sibling- Aunt Bea. But their father was one of about 17 10 children and thus I am related to most of Cleveland, its surrounding suburbs, and a serious portion of Poland [er… Czechoslovakia… but they were both countries Hiltler hated]. All but the native Polacks Bohemians showed up for that fish fry, and The Boy met every single one of them. He met people I’ve never even met before. Bless his ever-lovin’ heart.
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You did good, Boy. It was your respect for my family, and especially my father, that made me pack up that u-haul without hesitation and leave SoCal forever. Someday Ry may find herself in a similar situation, and I can only pray her young man will have the sand to drive 5 hours in the dark to meet you before he runs away with her heart and makes her move to a place where there is no sun 6 months out of the year.

You did real good.
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TexasNorth is a little farm in Western Michigan. It's home to 5 chickens, 25 longhorn cattle, a coonhound (Banjo), 1 barn cat, a husband, and 3 ridiculously funny children. The mom of this zoo has been known to mow the lawn in a skirt and roast marshmallows after dark. View all posts by texasnorth

14 responses to “meet the parents

  • diane

    The entire story made me smile, but it was the last sentence that made me laugh out loud. It started with a small rumble in my chest and moved all the way up until it broke free. “…makes her move to a place where there is no sun 6 months out of the year.”

    You did real good, Kate, coming to this place and creating a home for you and The Boy. I’m glad you’re here.

  • Jimmy

    Great job Curt. Kate you forgot the 8 Months of cold. It’s 50 something up here now. Brrr.
    Jim

  • sunday

    why did Curt not drive to Boone and meet me. i think that i have a pretty important vote as well! you did good curt. i like you! your a good man. worth drove to atlanta to talk to my dad and ask if he could have my hand in marriage. he told me he was going to concord to buy a bow!

  • Jessica, Myron and Rylie

    you did real good!!

  • KatieKate

    Ah, the lies about hunting… so easily believed!

    But I think you and I both came out on the good end of the ‘fib’, eh, Sunday?

  • Miss Laura

    Josh only drove to Lansing when he asked my dad for his permission to marry me. Hmph. He does score bonus points for doing so in an ’86 Escort station wagon, taking my mom to Carrabba’s for dinner, and lying to me about the whole thing. I guess I was with him when he first met my parents in the most stereotypical “Let’s go for the afternoon” sort of way. He wowed my dad with his questions about being in the Navy.

    Curt, thanks for inducing Kate to take that huge leap of faith. I couldn’t survive in the G-Rap without her.

  • Janna

    kt–you have two wonderful men in your life. and while only your dad has rescued me broken down on the highway, i get the feeling curt would do the same if i broke down in michigan. πŸ™‚

  • Janna

    oh, oh, well, i guess curt did fix our broken down winnie the pooh train. πŸ˜‰ so there you have it.

  • KatieKate

    You’re right! I totally forgot about the Pooh Train.

    And, Janna Darling… Curt would drive from Michigan to rescue you if he had to. No question.

  • Becky Swann

    Jeremiah said some story about building a porch in GA, Why do we marry such liars! haha
    I love your story, it’s fun that we have never met it’s like I reading a autobiography

  • Anonymous

    Just for history sake—–Your Grandfather Kluska was one of 10 children and they were from Czechoslovakia.

  • KatieKate

    WHAT?! Why do I get all this ribbing about being Polish, then? From Gramma’s side? I always thought I was half Polish, quarter Czech, quarter Irish. But this new information makes me 1/2 Czech, quarter Polish, quarter Irish.

    I feel like I don’t really know who I am anymore.

    And when there are 10 Great Aunts and Uncles, there might as well be 17. It’s all the same to me πŸ™‚

  • sunday

    oh katie i can see why you are going to have an identity crisis. what if they told me i was not really italian! my whole name would be in vain!

  • Jessica, Myron and Rylie

    oh that is funny!!!

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