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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Cordeiro Family Legends
I've decided to catalog somewhat the various Cordeiro Family Legends. Every family has them, most of them are so embellished by the passing of time they bear scant resemblance to the original event. Some may be lies. Others may be damn lies. You can choose which category they belong to.

Westward Ho!

In the late 1970's and early 1980's my father was stationed in Germany. We spent three years there (stories for another Cordeiro Family Legend post). When the time came for our departure, the packers came and packed up all our stuff (including several full trashcans), the movers came and took the stuff away, and the Cordeiro Family (complete with six children) made our way to the Frankfurt International Airport for our trip back Stateside.

Each was permitted two checked bags and a carry on bag - or two. Mother Cordeiro, being exceptionally astute as always, came up with the brilliant idea of using US Army dufflebags for our checked luggage. Well, two bags multiplied by eight people comes out at 16 dufflebags. Each bag was packed to nearly overflowing.

How we made it to the airport is a story for another post. It involves vomit and an Army uniform, and I'll leave it at that.

The flight home was tricky. We checked our baggage and somehow got all eight of us on the plane. We flew from Frankfurt to New York's JFK, eating dinner over the Pond. Upon arriving to JFK and clearing customs, we found that only 12 of the 16 duffles had made the trip with us. Finding this out took most of our layover time, so we made quite the spectacle trying to make the connection for the flight to St. Louis.

Coming into St. Louis (getting another dinner somewhere over Ohio) we found we had lost another four duffles in the connection. Again, finding this out took most of our layover time, but my father and I had wisely sent Mother Cordeiro and the rest of the younger kids ahead to the gate. The connection spectacle was no less hectic for us - as we ran through the terminal in a fashion reminiscent of OJ Simpson's Hertz commercial. Yes, Simpson was a commercial actor before he became a murderer.

Our final destination was Salt Lake City. When it was all said and done, we arrived in Salt Lake with eight family members, and six dufflebags. All the duffles did eventually arrive - a few one day, others the next, still others took a week or so to make the trip.

Who says Transatlantic Travel isn't an adventure?
ROFL...this brought back a great memory.
I, too, grew up with a VERY large family (8 kids) and had our garbage can packed (full) as well. Don't Germans know what garbage is?? lol
I recently read a Readers Digest "Humor in Uniform" section.
The author tells of a time when she and her 8 children made a trip from California to Frankfurt Airport... (without her husband who had gone ahead to get housing secured for them)... and when she checked in at Customs, she was asked if she had any drugs or firearms on her person or in her 20 pieces of luggage. She looked bleary-eyed at the young man, and without skipping a beat, she said "Don't you think if I had any of those things in my bags, I would have used them already???"
I had to look at the author's name to be sure it wasn't my own mother!

Thanks for the laugh.
Cute story. Thank you for sharing.

Travel these days seems more hectic than it is worth. Having a very allergic son, packing for him requires a whole host of equipment (nebulizer, air purifier, etc.), special foods, sheets, blankets, along with all of the normal extra things you need to pack when taking small children anywhere. It's enough to make us want to just stay home.
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