And there are a bunch of them!
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Meet Garth and Ildi Fout. They have a family of eight. Eight!
And Garth says “so far”.
SO FAR !?!?!
One more and you have a baseball team!
Two more and you have a basketball GAME, not team!
Anyway, they are a nice, BIG family.
(Eight people! Imagine needing the bathroom in the morning!)
And Garth thinks we’re funny! My favorite kind of guy!
(I think he’s just here for the freebies. Hey, he’s got eight mouths to feed!)
So check out his site, it’s a great family site with a warm and fuzzy feel to it.
(Imagine the grocery shopping! He probably needs a one ton truck and a loading dock full of teamsters!).
It’s also very well done. They are a charming and happy family. They just radiate pleasantness. A stop there will definitely bring a happy smile to your face.
(I wonder how many cars it takes to deliver pizza to his house?)
I personally guarantee a smile, or double your money back!
Hey Garth, there is an old TV show you can rent on DVD.
It’s called “Eight Is Enough“!
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November 17, 2007 at 7:24 am
Carrie
WELCOME…..we love sarcasm, synicism, and bawdy humor…..that’s why we love Tramp.
November 17, 2007 at 7:58 am
Tramp
Actually he had read and commented at the old site
I let him know that we are all over here commenting, instigating, and generally trying hard to annoy each other.
Okay, I didn’t say that.
His and my comments should have came over here with the last import.
There is that wonkiness again.
I’m gonna take it out back and hit it with a stick a few more times.
November 17, 2007 at 1:38 pm
sweetsspot
Tramp…careful of the how you use the words wonkiness and take it out back and hit it a few more times…
I am a visual person and I think, I saw something not even connected to your comment….
xoxoxoxoxoxo
November 17, 2007 at 4:18 pm
sgirlonthebayou
me and sweet apparently think alike
NTTAWWT
welcome, fouts!
November 17, 2007 at 4:19 pm
southerngirl
ok, that last comment was mine
i think i’ve finally figured it out, tramp
when i’m signed in to wordpress it comments as sgirl, but when i’m not, it’s southerngirl
gotta start rememberin to sign out!
November 17, 2007 at 4:29 pm
Tramp
Come on you two, you’re gonna scare the new guy and he just got here!
Wait a minute, all those children of his will soon be teenagers.
If that doesn’t scare him, nothing can!
I occasionally forget the signing crap too. That’s when I come up as Anon.
It’s nothing. I just lay claim to the wisecrack as soon as I notice.
Also, if you get to the office before me on Monday, I have a guy coming in.
He’s gonna take the door off of that damn closet!
(see Freebie comments)
November 17, 2007 at 10:12 pm
Garth and Ildi Fout
Almost everyone we talk with asks me if they are all mine. Sometimes I say I just rent them to go to the store to create questions!
November 18, 2007 at 8:12 am
Tramp
Hello again, Garth.
It is so good of you to come back! Thank you for that.
Rental children, what a unique idea. It would create a valid excuse for grownups to attend amusement parks, fairs, festivals, and the like, and permit them to slip back into the joyful existence which is childhood. Anyone could become a ‘Kid for a Day’. The children probably wouldn’t mind, and the parents would attain a ‘day off’ for quality time together alone.
Would I have to feed them?
I am, of course, joking (about feeding them, not the whole idea).
I imagine the screening process for potential ‘Rental Parents’ would be the deal breaker. Sadly, this world has become a dangerous place where compassion and concern for your fellow human beings are considered to be extinct. This bewilders me. How could that dramatic change have happened in such a short time? I find it to be inconceivable.
But I can still dream…
Anyway, you’ve received several comments at the other site. People seem to agree with my assessment of you (they like you). The other site is the same as this one, but newer and shinier. Navigation and commenting are easier, and more information is presented concerning which post is currently the most popular, who recently commented on which post, and which links are the most popular at the time. It also has no advertising, allowing it to be billed as an ‘uncensored site’. However, there are no shocking or offensive items posted there. It is a mirror image of this site. I wish to offend no one. I try to limit the profanity while striving to present an image which is knowledgeable, current, and mainstream. I tolerate no pornography however, as I consider it offensive and embarrassing. I’ve never perceived the relationship between a man and a woman as a spectator sport. I cannot understand the appeal of spectating instead of participating. The appeal of that industry is lost on me. It is not my place to judge, but it is equally not my obligation to accept anything simply because some others may. I will decide what I do and do not care for, no one else will tell me.
And finally, I have a question concerning your wife. She has an uncommon name, I’m sure you are aware of that. When I was a young boy, my parents, who immigrated from Hungary, had a very good friendship with another great couple who immigrated with them. These two fine people had two children. Their son was tragically killed in an auto accident at a young age. They also had a daughter, who I grew up with. We were very good friends, like a brother and sister. It was not just me, but my two brothers and my sister as well. We all played together, went swimming together, spent each and every holiday together with, and so on. As we grew up, making new friends in High School, then going off to college, we lost track of each other. I have not seen or heard from this great girl for about thirty-five years. I have no idea whatever happened to her, and I‘m sure she has no inkling of where I went.
I mention this because her name was Ildiko. Her brother was Mike Jr., and her parents were Mike and Theresa S. from Sharon, PA. Mike was a Taylor in Sharon. Also, in your picture, she looks familiar to me. Of course, thirty-five years changes people. I am wondering if this might be her. I believe this is enough information to allow you to discover if she is my old friend. I realize how extremely thin this possibility is, but she has a rare name.
Again, thanks for coming back to this site. It amazes me when someone reads published media, which I was involved with, and wants to return!
November 22, 2007 at 1:23 pm
Garth and Ildi Fout
She is Hungarian…Parents came over during the Revolution. “56 Not the same Ildi though. My wife was born and raised in Pasadena. I’ll have to tell you the whole story sometime.
November 22, 2007 at 1:55 pm
Tramp
Yes, the same with my parents. We don’t have many Ildi’s here, But I suppose there are quite a few over in the homeland. My real name is the same way, it’s Lajos.
Now that is clearly Hungarian! And it would be easy for your wife to guess my last name. It is the most common name in Hungary, like Smith or Jones would be over here.
November 22, 2007 at 6:15 pm
Anonymous
Sorry..she couldn’t guess it. Lejos would have been easier to go through junior high with than Zolton. Her brother got the strong name of the family. My name is Germanic, meaning the keper of the garden, Her’s is Tutonic, meaning warrior.
Did you grow up in Ohio or only move there as an adult? I grew up in Kenton…small little town in the Northwest part of the state. After undergraduate in Kentucky, I spent 20 years in Los Angeles where I met Ildi.
And you are right, after thirty-five years almost everyone looks like they could have been your friend!
November 22, 2007 at 7:41 pm
Tramp
I was born in Ohio and my childhood could not have varied more if I had owned a spaceship. I spent my very early years in the city, then moved to a cattle and horse ranch in the country at the ripe old age of 11. Many of these immigrants came to this area between Youngstown, Ohio and Pittsburgh to work in the steel mills.
I’m actually a mutt, my father was pure Hungarian, but my mother was mostly Yugoslavian with some German and Slovak thrown into the mix. This mix of breeds produced me, a new strain known as ‘Dumbass’.
Well, that’s what my uncle always told me. You think he might have been kidding me?
Nah! Not my uncle!
As far as my real name goes, any half-wit novice online investigating hobbyist could find it in three seconds. I own a business and it’s website is listed in my profile. If you Google the business name, many websites pop up showing the owner’s name. A business owner who is trying to hide is a fool, if customers cannot contact you, they cannot buy from you! To a business, a customer is a good thing, especially if they have money!
But I will save you the trouble, it is Horvath.
Some of my father’s Hungarian friends had names with letters in them that I don’t think are real letters. I would ask my father how you pronounce the name and he would make a ‘raspberry’ sound while shaking his head sideways to produce a ridiculous noise.
Then they would run over yelling, “No it’s not!”
And then they would swear at each other in Hungarian for half an hour.
While drinking Slivovitz of course.
The foods I grew up with is what I remember the most. The European foods that these immigrants brought with them were the best foods in the world. They were always very hard to make, and always worth it! The cakes they made had fourteen layers, each one hand iced. The pastries were incredibly complex and eating them always made you feel guilty. They tasted too good for humans, making you think that only God should be permitted to eat them. The Slivovitz tasted like KoolAid, not like the 100 proof liquor it really was. My uncle also enjoyed showing me that!
The family get togethers were a true wonder to a child. Everyone was running around speaking a different language. Hungarian, Croatian, Slovak, German, and others I didn’t know. My father spoke many languages, mainly Hungarian and German. My mother spoke Croatian and German. Since they only understood each other in German, I was raised speaking that. When I started school, I spoke only German, learning English in school. I bet I was a real treat for my teachers!
I had an adopted uncle from Brazil, Ivan was his name, who spoke a language I’d never heard. I would ask my dad what it was called, and he would say, “It’s called drunk!”
November 23, 2007 at 3:35 pm
Carrie
that last line is FUNNY! I actually enjoyed reading all of this…thanks for sharing parts I never knew and couldn’t have guessed.
November 23, 2007 at 5:00 pm
Tramp
All of this really is true. And the Ildiko I knew was right in the middle of it with me. That’s why I was wondering if Garth’s Ildi was the one I knew. If she had been, then I wanted to warn Garth that she is probably just as brain damaged as I am!
November 23, 2007 at 7:00 pm
foutfolk
Certainly not brain damaged..but different! I have encouraged, which is not good, to poke fun of the way grandma says her w’s. She goes outside to pull the veeds, on Venesday. She is liberated living here in the States, but still has old Hungarian ideologies. And makes GREAT Hungarian food. When we lived in LA she was only twenty minutes away, so we got to eat authentic home-cooked food about every two weeks. I miss it.
November 23, 2007 at 7:41 pm
Tramp
No, no, do not talk about ‘GREAT Hungarian food’ around me.
I will track her down!
Hungarian women are not like ours. I don’t mean better or worse, I mean different. My grandmother, a Hungarian woman, broke her leg while snow skiing in the Alps. At the time, she was 92 years old. This is true.
My mother was a great cook, but only made Croat and Slav dishes. My father made the Hungarian food. Grown men would cry while eating his Goulash or Paprikas (pronounced PAH-pree_kash please).
Okay, that line is true, but presented out of context. They were crying from the fiery pepper heat, not the goodness. He loved the heat, as do I. But it was very good. And the Ildiko I knew, her mother taught my wife how to make it authentically. And now, my wife’s Hungarian food is easily among the best to be had.
As I said before, I’m a lucky man!
November 23, 2007 at 8:40 pm
sweetsspot
Okay you guys are making me hungry…I have the best chance of getting to Grandma…is she still in LA?
xoxoxoxo
November 23, 2007 at 9:17 pm
Tramp
Best chance?
Not if I charter a Gulfstream!
Maybe I should pick you up.
I’ll fly the jet, you hack for the address.
November 23, 2007 at 9:51 pm
sweetsspot
Okay it’s a deal…
xoxoxoxo
November 24, 2007 at 1:28 am
Tramp
Oops! I just noticed it’s dark outside.
I’m not allowed to go out after dark!
I’ll get in trouble!
;>
November 24, 2007 at 4:32 pm
Carrie
I’ll be the flight attendant…or fright attendant, whichever you prefer. And I DO AUTHENTICALLY KNOW HOW TO OPERATE THE RADIO….why? you may wonder? ONE OF US HAS TO KNOW HOW TO CALL FOR HELP with Tramp at the Pilot in Command!
November 24, 2007 at 5:50 pm
Tramp
No worries! All those fancy knobs, buttons, switches, and dials are just for looks, half of them probably don’t even do anything, I think. And the rest of them? Just push the button and see what happens, then you’ll know!
I think I can work a radio, Carrie. I mean, come on! I’ll just tune it to WDVE, and I’m set. Then I can cruise and jam to the music…
OH, you mean the VHF! Nothing to it, hit all the buttons to see what they do. Then, if someone calls to chat, no matter what they say, I’ll respond with, “”OK, bye bye!”
They are just a bunch of back seat drivers anyway. “Runway this, altitude that, heading so and so…” Enough already! Who’s driving here? Sit down and shut up, is what I say.
I already had a plan for all that crap. Agree with whatever they say. I’ll just tell them, “I was already doing that Mr. Know-it-all.” What’s the difference. We’re gonna be waaay up there, they can’t see what were doing! Who do they think they are, Superman?
November 24, 2007 at 9:53 pm
foutfolk
I am starting to understand the “tangent” abilities that all of you have. And as a school teacher, I would have to remind you of our focus again. Remember, we are talking about the FOOD, not airplane riding, button pushing, or how super any man is. It’s about the food. and yes…she is in LA. And sometimes Hungary. About once a year to visit the relatives.
Chicken Paprikas
Nokedly (sp?)
and a dish that is boiled potatoes mixed with sausage, sour cream, egg white and yolks that she calls “caserole” are among my favorites.
And each Christmas my wife makes crapes. Filled with jelly or cottage cheese. And then once in awhile, fry bread. Have you had it!
November 24, 2007 at 10:07 pm
Carrie
okay- I am in! I like hanging out with people who aren’t afraid to EAT!
November 25, 2007 at 12:57 am
Tramp
CREPES ???
Hungarians do NOT eat crepes! We eat palachinken!
Palachinken may look like a crepe, and it may taste like a crepe, but it is by no means the same as…
Well okay, it’s a crepe. You got me.
I once argued this same topic with a friend of mine who I love to tease.
I made palachinken for him and he said it was a crepe.
I said, “It’s not a crepe, it’s a palachinken.”
“It’s a crepe.”
“As always, you’re wrong. It’s a palachinken.”
“Well, it’s the same as my crepes.”
“ It’s not the same. Not even close.”
“What’s different?”
“These don’t have rats in them.”
“Mine don’t have rats in them.”
“Everything of yours has rats in it.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“The only thing you have that doesn’t have rats in it are your rats!”
“I don’t have rats.”
“So they left you? What did you do to them?”
“I didn’t do anything to them!”
“It’s probably because of your homeliness then.”
“It’s not, I never had, to hell with you, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t forget your palachinken.”
“It’s a crepe!”
“No, these don’t have rats.”
“SHUT UP!”
I can be a handful.
November 25, 2007 at 1:39 am
sweetsspot
Foutfolk…as a group we are never talking about the same thing…and the legal side of me will now take us back to the name of this posting “We Have New Readers” so in reality the focus is you and your family…however, our favorite things include new readers, food, beer, fun, laughs…if we were ever to all end up at the same place at the same time…there would be plenty of all of the abovementioned items….yikes, there I go again…..
I am married to a Czech; we always have duck and potato dumplings, and kraut…for holidays
I just recently received a recipe from my father-in-law for Rabbit Stew…we are going to give it a go…as soon as I find a place to buy fresh rabbit…be very quite…we can’t tell anyone until after they have eaten so they don’t assume they don’t like it or think it’s bunny!
xoxoxoxoxo
November 25, 2007 at 2:07 am
Tramp
To put it in a European style;
The tree has many branches, Garth. ‘Airplane’, ‘button’, and ‘super’ are among the branches of this ‘food’ tree.
When the Riverbank crew climbs a tree, we try to scale as many branches as we can. The girls are excellent climbers, and I am the only one who falls out of the tree most of the time.
November 25, 2007 at 3:00 am
Tramp
I just realized something.
Sweet is married to a Czech.
That makes her a Czech-mate!
How appropriate, she always wins!
November 25, 2007 at 12:58 pm
sweetsspot
Wow what a play on words…I think you win!
xoxoxoxo
November 25, 2007 at 11:13 pm
Tramp
But wait, there’a more!
Two guys, a Czech and a Pole, go on a hunting safari in Africa.
While they wander around, they become mesmerized by the beauty of the African wilderness. They become so engrossed by the spectacular views, they fail to see a pair of lions, the King of the jungle and his mate, come up behind them. The lions pounce on them, kill them and eat them.
When they fail to return to the village that evening, the villagers form a rescue party. They come across the lions and notice how fat and lazy the lions seem to be, as if they had recently had a large meal. The villagers realize the lions may have eaten the hunters, so they shoot the lions and cut them open. Inside the female they find the Pole.
Do you know what that means?
The Czech’s in the male!