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Another blast from the past! (Originally published in my weekly column, Champaign-Urbana News Gazette, 1991)
My husband learned etiquette at dancing class, where he acquired such life skills as the fox trot, cutting in, and not wearing white socks.
I learned etiquette from Our Lady of Plaid High School’s lecture series: “Young Ladies Shouldn’t____”
- sing along with the chorus to Country Joe’s war protest “Give me an F, give me a U, [etc]” during the bishop’s annual school visit.
- Appear with minimal skirts, maximal makeup, or men with facial hair.
- refuse a religious vocation to convent life from the Holy Spirit. (I can only attribute the nun’s enthusiasm for this last lecture to their belief in miracles.)
I remember when our first male teacher, a graduate student from Berkeley trying to maintain his draft-exemption, arrived to sub for Sister Mary History because she had a Religious Crisis during third period. Sister had brought us down to the library to do some research, and Carol Dullea discovered that she could use her purse mirror to focus a beam of light on the dove in the mosaic tile floor. Twenty-seven mirror beams were making the dove do tricks when Sister noticed. Informing us that the Holy Spirit was making a third period history visitation, she made us get down on our knees to pray for world peace and a vocation to religious life.
When the bell rang, she wouldn’t let us leave until Sister Mary Office came down to find out what was going on. Sister Mary History got a long…long rest, and we got the “Young Ladies Shouldn’t Give Elderly Nuns Nervous Breakdowns” lecture.
The next day our new history teacher, Mr. Martin, wrote his name on the board and turned to face us. He grew pale, broke out in a sweat, and bolted from the room. A few minutes later, Sister Mary Office gave us the “Young Ladies With Uniform Skirts Rolled Up Into Micro-Minis Don’t Straddle Their Desks” lecture. (Mr. Martin volunteered for active duty in Viet Nam soon after, and Sister Mary Office taught the third period history for the rest of the year. I didn’t learn much about the ancient world, but I did learn the correct filing rules for tricky bits like M/Mc/Mac…)
When our first child was potty trained, we figured our job as her parents was pretty much completed. Oh sure, we’d spend a few more years together, maybe contribute to a couple of orthodontists’ or orthopedic surgeons’ retirement funds. But basically, our next big parental task was going to be be dropping said child off at her college dormitory.
What we soon realized is that between these two events comes the job of civilizing a little being with less appreciation for the social niceties than Attila the Hun. (“No, you can’t have your own flamethrower. It’s rude to torch the neighbors, even if they don’t want to play your way.”)
While I tackled the easy issues like the social acceptability of weapons of mass destruction, body noises, and precision spitting, my husband was made for sterner stuff. He sat the kids down to teach them restaurant etiquette. This is a job for a strong man because although our kids couldn’t cut up their own meat yet, they were masters at finding parental logic-loopholes through cross-examinations that would make Clarence Darrow look like an amateur.
Restaurant Etiquette
NAPKINS:
Dad: “Unfold your napkin and keep it on your lap.”
Child No. 1: “What if you put something in your mouth that tastes so terrible you know if you swallow it you’ll throw up so you want to spit it into your napkin but your napkin fell on the floor and the dog ate it?”
Dad: “Uh…”
NICETIES
Dad: “You should always talk to the person sitting on each side of you.”
Child No. 2: “What if it’s someone gross and disgusting like (insert name of any boy in the entire universe) and when I say something nice he punches me? Or what if he passes me the creamed rutabagas even though I’ve said 187 times what will happen if I so much as smell the creamed rutabagas? Or what if he’s eating his creamed rutabagas when suddenly he throws up in them?”
Dad: “Uh…”
NOSES:
Dad: “If you have to sneeze or blow, use a tissue, not your napkin.”
Child No. 3: “What if I don’t have a tissue and it’s an emergency blow?”
Dad: “So okay, use your napkin.”
Child No. 3: “What if I sneeze so fast I can’t even get my napkin and what’s in my mouth goes all over the dress of the person at the next table and I can’t wipe it up because I still have that napkin that Child No. 1 spit something disgusting into?”
Dad: “Uh…”
REVIEW OF OUR ETIQUETTE LESSONS
Child No. 1: “If the person across from you spits watermelon seeds at you, don’t spit them back. They might have his germs on them, so use your own seeds.”
Child No. 2: “Don’t eat creamed rutabagas if you’re wearing white socks.”
Child No. 3: “Keep your knees together if you’v spit something into your napkin.”
Mom and Dad: “Uh…”
davidfelixlia said:
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Mary Smith said:
Children have an inherent ability to see the bit ‘what-if’ picture. Like always needing to know ‘why?’
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barbtaub said:
With my first child, I vowed that I would answer all her “why” questions as fully as possible. Yeah, right. Child #2 came along, and I think her very first “why” got “Because I’m the mama and I say so…”
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Mary Smith said:
I stopped at one – slow starter but quick learner.
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Ellen Hawley said:
This makes me realize how wise the universe was not to entrust me with a child.
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barbtaub said:
Sadly, the universe screwed up with me. Four times..
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ionamorrison said:
I laughed so hard at this. I tried, God, knows I did try to teach my three boys manners but there were days that I wondered if anything got through their heads at all. More often than not I reverted to my standby mother’s curse. One day you’ll have one just like you. I apologize to my daughter-in-laws profusely now because each of them have one. Still it’s cause for endless merriment for me. 🙂
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barbtaub said:
My mother used to say that to my older brother. She thought it was totally unfair that he got these two lovely, charming, princess daughters instead.
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judithbarrow1 said:
Reblogged this on Barrow Blogs: .
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barbtaub said:
Thanks Judith!
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Paul said:
Hilarious Barb. This piece is timeless. “Uh…”
Umm, from my perspective you guys were pretty well put together – useful or not, at least the two of you collaborated on trying to mannerize the hooligans. In my case, my spouse found my etiquette so lacking that she felt compelled to first train me before I taught any bad habits to the kids. Unfortunately she was too late. Bwahahaha! They could do the wildest farting noises with their hands under their armpits – and our daughter and I had this special McDonald’s routine where she could literally catch french fries that I launched from across the table. We were working on distance when Marie shut us down. Too late though, we found cross-training with jelly beans and popcorn to be very helpful. 😀
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Paul said:
Upon rereading I realize that I should clarify – she was catching hands free. ha!
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Paul said:
P.S. The dog video is hilarious.
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Ali Isaac said:
Hilarious post! I sooooooo love your children! 😍
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barbtaub said:
Thanks! Amazingly, they all made it to (relative) adulthood. Who would have guessed?
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