Graduating to a New Kitchen

My daddy loves his beer.  He likes that real dark stuff with a frothy head that he drinks from his personal tankard while sitting out on the porch.  And that tankard looks like an antique made from gunshot metal with a hinged top.  Pop’s name is engraved on it in Old English lettering.  He loves that tankard and takes it everywhere.  He won’t even put it in the dishwasher for fear it might be damaged or scratched; he washes by hand himself.  Mama got it for him from Things Remembered as a present; she ordered it from their gift selection.  She specified how she wanted his name engraved on it when she ordered it using a Groupon coupon for the special design.

Mama give the tankard to Pop as her thanks for putting in the new kitchen cabinets.  We’d lived in our house nearly ten years and Mama had always felt the kitchen cabinets were dark and dingy.  Pop didn’t seem bothered so much, though he’d sometimes have to use a flashlight to find stuff in the back.  But he didn’t have the cash for a contractor to replace the cabinets, and anyhow he felt he could do it better himself.  Of course, he didn’t have the slightest training for that and everybody knew it.  But we also knew he wasn’t spending money on “cosmetic” improvements when things like plumbing and power still needed upgrading.

So Mama went along without fussing, though now and then she’d shut them cabinets with a little more force than necessary.  Then when she went to her high school reunion Pop took us on a fishing trip while Mama was away.  None of us knew anything was afoot until we got home; then we heard Mama scream when she went into the kitchen.   Pop was unloading the car in the garage. She screamed so loud we ran there, thinking a burglar had broken in.  That’s when we saw the kitchen had been completely refurbished while we’d been away.  Everything was new – appliances, floor, ceilings, lights and sinks.  And new cabinets!  Mama staggered into the living room and flopped on the couch chair.  She looked at Pop and stammered something while he smiled.  “Happy graduation,” was all he said.  Then he grabbed a bottle of beer from the new refrigerator and poured it into a new glass that he took out of those new cabinets.