Boxing

Nana told me that my pop loved boxing. Each year when the show (carnival) came to town, he would fight in the Sharman's boxing tent to earn a little extra cash. This was when he was in his 30's I assume.

Over the years he also won many trophies for his efforts but my nana hated him boxing. She hated the sport and was worried that he might get really hurt. Anyway, pop's trophies had been packed away into a box for years and I don't know why but for some reason nana let her kids use them to make mudpies with one day. Well it just so happened that pop ran into an old boxing mate at the local pub and began talking about the old boxing days so he decided to bring him home and show him the trophies that he had won over the years.

He came waltzing through the door and asked nana where the trophies were to which she cooly replied, "In the bin."

"What do you mean in the bin?" asked pop.

"Well the kids wanted to make mud pies so I let them use the old trophies and they accidently broke most of them so I threw them out."

I am not too sure about what happened after that, nana told me that they all had a good laugh about it years later but I imagine that it would have been a sore talking point for quite a while. What a brave lady she was!