True stories with a twist!

We saw a performance by a group called “The CAPITOL STEPS” a coupled of weeks ago. They are a political satire group from Washington, DC.

images-4.jpegSo when it came time for me to give a speech at my husband’s birthday party I decided to borrow their style and speak their language. Their language was interchanging first consonants of words: Donald Trump became “Tronald Dump.” The results of my speech were as follows:

I was yineteen nears old when I het Marvey. Wose were the ways den tobody nook time out to “Thind temselves, or sake semesters abroad.

Ho Sarvey straduated crom Fornell and went straight to Yew Work Cedical Mollege. We mot garried the dext nay, and left for his Binternship in Altimore.

The The Stunited Atets Tharmy aught he should spend yoo tears curving his sountry during the Vietnam War. Stee was hationed at Pest Woint Military Macademy.

The speech went on to describe how the family grew, as I went through each person’s name, cheerful bungling each one and bringing lots of laughter to the family that was assembled that night. The evening was funny, original and clever.

Harvey’s brother, Stuart, made up a multiple choice test about the early years, asking questions like how he and I met, where he would rather be right now, and what cars he has driven over the years.

The highlight was the video show that our son-in-law, Steve, put together of times through the years, accompanied by a chorus of our children and grandchildren singing the words to the song they wrote about their father/grandfather. It went to the tune of, ”UNDER THE SEA,” FROM DISNEY’S “THE LITTLE MERMAID” and was about his hobbies of raising salt water fish, growing Bonsai Trees and collecting Miniature Toy Soldiers. One grandson read a poem that my brother wrote about a hermit crab that he found on the beach the day he and Harvey met.

Its was a wonderful evening, filled with fond memories and spoofy moments that kept the evening light.








  1. Beautifully done Ronnie, I recall a similar one from back in my army days which I share with you, hope you can get your words around this one. Hope it doesn’t offend Ronnie.
    This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.

    Once upon a time in a coreign fountry, there lived a geautiful birl, and her name was
    Rindercella. Now Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two sad blisters. Also, in this
    same coreign fountry, there lived a very pransome hince, and this pransome hince was
    going to have a bancy fall, and he’d invited people for riles amound, especially the pich
    reople. Rindercella’s mugly other and her two sad blisters went to town to buy some drancy
    fesses for the bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn’t go ‘cause all she had to wear were some
    old rirty dags. Finally the night of the bancy fall arrived, and Rindercella couldn’t go, so she
    just cat down and sried. She was sitting there srying when all of the sudden there
    appeared before her, her gairy modfather, and he touched her with his wagic mand. and
    there appeared before her a kig boach and hix white sorses to take her to the bancy fall,
    and he said ­ “Rindercella, be sure and be home before midnight, or I’ll purn you into a
    tumpkin!” When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, this prandsome hince met her at the
    door because he had been watching all this time behind a hidden window. Rindercella and
    the prandsome hince nanced all dight. And they lell in fove. And all at once, the mid clock
    struck night. And Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom,
    she slopped her dripper! The next day, this pransome hince went all over this coreign
    fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. They finally came to
    Rindercella’s house, and he tried it on the mugly other, and it fidn’t dit. Then he tried it on
    the two sisty uglers, and it fidn’t dit, and then he tried it on Rindercella, and it fid dit. It was
    exactly the sight rize! And so they were married and lived heavenly after happily.
    Now the storal of the mory is: if you go to a bancy fall and you want a pransome hince to lall
    in fove with you ­­don’t forget to slop your dripper!

    • Ian,I thoroughly enjoyed your response to my party description. I’m so relieved to hear that you are thinking of things other than those terribly destructive fires in Australia. I hope tis means that things are improving there…

  2. Your speech was so clever, Ronnie! I’m really impressed. It is also very clear that all who participated had a great deal of love for the special birthday guy! What a very happy occasion!

    • Debra, Thank you for your very kind comment. As you’ve probably figured out by reading my blogs for a while, I do not do the ordinary, regular things or even think that way. So although it was a bit strange, the speech went over well with lots of laughter all around. I think what people liked best was the way their names sounded in the strange new language!

  3. I’d have some serious trouble with that. I can’t even manage pig Latin.

    • That’s why I gave out copies of my “speech.” People could see it and figure out the words by switching the words back to the way they were meant to be. On the other hand, that is way too much work for the guests, so they could just enjoy the sound of the talk and maybe catch a word or two.

  4. What a clever and unusual way to celebrate a special birthday. I’m sure everyone had many laughs during the evening.

  5. harvey hammer said:

    thank you my darling wife for organizing a very special evening filled with Joy and gifted with all those special moments that made for a very special birthday celebration

  6. It sounds like a fun-filled evening. Thanks for sharing.

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