In this episode, you'll want to join Sylvia Lovely, co-host of Family Tree Food and Stories, for a show filled with unexpected twists and turns. When Sylvia's boyfriend Bernie, a radio host π» in Moorhead, Kentucky, finds himself without a guest for his show, Sylvia steps up with a daring plan intertwined with a bit of creative freedom. π‘ What happens next is a rollercoaster of emotions and on-air surprises. This heartwarming and humorous story showcases how quick thinking can turn a potential disaster into a memorable experience. Tune in to hear how Sylviaβs impromptu performance, featuring a delightful food-related twist, created a story for the ages - especially if you've ever been a waitress π - blending romance, humor, and the charm of small-town life. π©ββ€οΈβπ¨
Family Tree Food & Stories ποΈπ²β€οΈ is a heartwarming podcast that dives into the profound connections we have with food, family, and those treasured memories. Each episode shares the personal stories of recipes, traditions, and stories created just last week or passed down through generations. You'll laugh π, cry π’, and crave more delicious moments π as your hosts, Nancy May and Sylvia Lovely, celebrate the power of food and moments that shape our identities and strengthen our bonds with family and friends. Join us every week for uplifting tales that will leave you hungry for more of what happens next. Pull up a chair and enjoy the journey! π½οΈπ¨βπ©βπ§βπ¦β¨
Hello, I'm Sylvia Lovely along with Nancy May, co hosts
of Family Tree Food and Stories.
My now husband Bernie and I were both attending Morehead State University
and in the early stages of dating.
I was a sophomore and he was in graduate school and was working his way through
with a part time job as radio host of What's Next for the local station.
His stick was to interview people about places and people
of interest in and around the small town of Moorhead, Kentucky,
where the university was located.
That could include just about anyone and anything.
We were really into dating and getting to know one another when I
noted that he was agitated one day.
I don't have a guest for this week's show and I don't know what I'm
going to do, he said in a panic.
His plan had been to ask someone from the campus favorite local hamburger
joint to come on and talk about the restaurant business in a small town.
Since I was in the stage of romance of wanting to impress by coming
to his rescue, I volunteered.
I'll be your guest.
He was certainly tempted, as he was desperate.
I really need to do something with that restaurant, he replied.
I think he was on the verge of accepting me no matter if I wanted
to make up a story about aliens landing in the restaurant parking
lot and enjoying a cheeseburger while planning how to invade Earth.
I remember the confidence I felt for coming to his rescue.
Here's my idea, I began.
What I said broke every rule in the book for interview integrity.
But you have to remember, neither of us were particularly sophisticated
when it came to worldly matters.
From families with little education and economic security, we were the raw
turnips that had fallen off the truck.
I will pretend to be a waitress at the burger joint.
Which shall remain nameless, by the way.
I went on.
I'll give this some thought, talk to a couple of waitresses and chat about
the trials and tribulations of serving.
How hard can that be?
I thought.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the restaurant in question
was also a show sponsor.
The appointed day came and we did the interview and were pretty self satisfied.
I can't remember if it was taped or live, but it doesn't matter
in light of what came next.
All I recall is that a brouhaha ensued and the restaurant threatened
to end their support of the station and management was angry.
Bernie and I were in a world of hurt.
The fact that I had made up being a waitress was not the immediate issue,
though it certainly could have been.
Our ruse was never revealed.
What mattered was that in the middle of the interview, Bernie asked if
I could describe any challenges that a waitress might face.
I proceeded to describe what might have appeared as a crisis if I was a waitress.
Well, I began.
One day during a shift, I spilled red jelly all over my apron.
I couldn't take time to change and just served with a great big
stain all down the front of me.
Not only did I say that, but the way I emphasized stain made it even more
prominent than it should have been.
It was a painful aftermath for both of us.
I was embarrassed, Bernie was left to apologize and possibly lose his job.
The sponsor threw a fit, and at the end of the day though, the sponsor forgave.
Bernie kept his job, and all went on.
I never volunteered my services again, nor would they have been accepted.
And he even married me in the end.
But I could have qualified for an Academy Award.
I think I did such a great job of acting it out.
So, my point is, you see how much food is at the root of all our
lives and our greatest stories.
They are often stories that made us cringe when they happened, but are
remembered with fondness and part of family lore as we grow and mature.
They can likely bring belly laughs, as this one did.
They remind us that we are whole beings.
Mistakes, triumphs, all wadded up together.
Look for your own food stories and share them with us.
Nancy May, Sylvia Lovely, co hosts at Family Tree Food and Stories.
We're putting together a family with food storytelling at its root.
Join us and get in on all the fun.