Anyone who has met my husband John knows that he is nothing but kind and courteous to everyone. What you might not all know is that his mannerly tendencies stem from his earliest childhood. To illustrate, I will share with you one of the favorite John stories from his growing up years. My wonderful father-in-law, Tony, provided the details for this memory.
When John was two years old, Grandpa Kip invited the entire family to the now extinct Atrium at Hasenour’s restaurant in Louisville, KY to introduce to them his beloved fiance, Vesta Trawick. The importance of the occasion and elegance of the atmosphere was not lost on baby John, who was dressed in a little suit just like everyone else. It was indeed a momentous time.
Sitting in his little chair at the table, John engaged everyone in the family in conversation, used proper etiquette as he ate, and in short impressed everyone with manners that most young adults fail to grasp, not to mention most toddlers. Before long, the waiters who would stop by to fill water glasses and remove dinnerware would pause at John’s chair and ask, “And how is the little gentleman?” They even took bets with one another as to John’s age.
For along time after that day, John’s household nickname was “the little gentleman”. Can everyone say “proud parents”? Yes, I believe so.
Note: John no longer responds to either “the little gentleman” or “the big gentleman”, and all readers are advised not even to try.