The Touching Tomato Garden Story

An old, Italian man lived alone in the country.   He wanted
to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard work as the
ground was hard.   His only son, Vincent, who usually  helped him,
was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and
described his predicament.

Dear Vincent,  

I am feeling pretty low because it looks like
I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just
getting too old to be digging up a garden plot.   I know if you
were here my troubles would be over.   I know you would be happy
to dig the plot for me.  

Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his

Dear Dad,  

Don’t dig up that garden.   That’s where I buried
the bodies.  

Love, Vinnie

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police
arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.
They apologized to the old man and left.   That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,  

Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.   That’s the
best I could do under the circumstances.  

Love you, Vinnie


People just send me this stuff.   No kidding.   :)…Jeanie

pictured: Some shots I snapped this morning of my future.   And it is good!

13 thoughts on “The Touching Tomato Garden Story

  1. We just ate some of your delicious tomatoes last night. They were so juicy and wonderful! But, I’m sorry to have to tell you that Guini has stopped eating tomatoes. Every time we give her one she says ‘I don’t want that’. Could she be turning to the dark side?

  2. Jeanie, did you know that Joe does not like tomatoes? He chose a gross Totinos (truly I think they are cardboard) pizza for lunch over BLTTT’s. Sigh!

  3. Alright…you bloggers and commentators-enraptured-by-bloggers have pushed me too far! Let me just say, when you’re roughly 6-7 years old and a bratty, arrogant baby-sitter (who just happens to be dating your favorite Uncle) tries to force you to eat nothing but stewed tomatoes for lunch, with nothing else, and you’ve never eaten a tomamto in your life up to that point; and she further states she will give you ice cream if you eat it all, but won’t give you even a small portion for trying,…you TRY…and then you gag! Since that day, my opinion has been that tomatoes can just go to hell! (Not a bad idea for bratty, arrogant baby-sitters too, by the way) I have come to like tomatoes on certain things or fixed in meals…but for eating stewed or raw tomatoes just for the fun of it?…notta! So there! Thanks for your support, Bryan…whoever you are!

    PS Just for the record…I love BLT’s but honestly folks…Totino’s Pizza’s?…they’re heavenly!!

  4. Welcome to the dark side Joe. I’ll teach you the secret hand shake later.( ps Just to let you know I met you in Denver I’m the guy that gave Elise her bed.)

  5. You bad, bad people. You are NOT allowed to have an anti-tomato club here.

    Joe-was this Kathy??? Uncle Donald’s old flame?

  6. Roger that, Bryan…I did meet you! Thanks for carrying the anti-tomato flag, my brother. I love all the reasons why God put the tomato on earth (ketchup, salsa, sauces for pasta, to throw at people…ketchup) but as for eating them raw (other than on a BLT- VERY thinly sliced)how did society get so messed up?

    Yes, my Sister, it was Cathy …that snot! I wanted ice cream so badly but got nothing. I don’t think she even allowed me anything else for lunch. Grodie-to-the-max…yukity, yuk, yuk, yuk! Those stewed reds were slimy and horrible…I was forver damaged by that spurt of attempted babysitting! There should be major compensation going on here to this day.

  7. HMMMMMM an anti-tomato club what a good idea. What shall we call ourselves maybe HMTHC (He Man Tomato Haters Club) Hey Joe I knew we would get along. Now how shall we torment your sister? I find tomato hate effective.

  8. I am very happy about the tomato-hate-group…maybe we could be called, The Tom-hate-ers! But is definitely a HMTHC!!! Just a word of caution about Jeanie though…she slap fights like a girl, so you can never be sure about her ‘get-even’ methods and tactics…watch your back, Dude!

    I am also very happy to be a piggy-back blogger- aren’t you?

  9. I slap fight too so we’re even there. I like The Tom-Hate-ers. I do this on her blog all rhe time. I had a conversation with her friend Sherri going for about a week. Until I used one of your comments on Jeanies about page and she quickly ended it. The comment about her and Jeanie rating guys.

  10. First of all, Joe-I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. I do not slap fight like a girl, which you know very well (hehehe). And secondly-you bad, bad, bad, bad boys…knock off the tomato hate.

    Remember the documetary that pondered the question: what would a day be like without Mexicans? Well, apply that to the tomato and I think you’ll be sorry for your attitudes!

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