Broecker Family

One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas
gift…

The next year, I didn’t buy her a gift.

When she asked me why, I replied,

“Well, you still haven’t used the gift I bought you last year!”

And that’s how the fight started…..

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My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while
we were in bed.

I turned to her and said, ‘Do you want to have sex?’

‘No,’ she answered. I then said,

‘Is that your final answer?’

She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying, ‘Yes..’

So I said, “Then I’d like to phone a friend.”

And that’s when the fight started…

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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took
my order first.

“I’ll have the rump steak, rare, please.”

He said, “Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?”

“Nah, she can order for herself.”

And that’s when the fight started…..

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school
reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his
drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.

I asked her, “Do you know him?”

“Yes”, she sighed, “He’s my old boyfriend. I understand he took to
drinking
right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn’t been
sober since.”

“My God!” I said, “Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?”

And then the fight started…

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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting
to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had
something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat,
making beer.. Always something more important to me. Finally she
thought of a clever way to make her point.

When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall
grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing
scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into
the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again
I handed her a toothbrush. I said, “When you finish cutting the
grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.

She asked, “What’s on TV?”

I said, “Dust.”

And then the fight started…

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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my
lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the
boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential
downpour. The wind was blowing 50mph, so I pulled back into the
garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather
would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back
into bed. I cuddled up to my wife’s back; now with a different
anticipation, and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”

My loving wife of 5 years replied, “And, can you believe my
stupid husband is out fishing in that?”

And that’s how the fight started…

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming
anniversary.

She said, “I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about
3 seconds.”

I bought her a bathroom scale.

And then the fight started…….

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for
Social Security.

The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s License to
verify my age.

I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at
home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have
to go home and come back later.

The woman said, ‘Unbutton your shirt’.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

She said, ‘That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for
me’ and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at
the Social Security office. She said, ‘You should have dropped
your pants. You might have gotten disability too.’

And then the fight started…

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My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,

“I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you
to pay me a compliment.’

I replied, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”

And then the fight started……..

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I rear-ended a car this morning…the start of a RE AL LY bad day!

The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!

He looked up at me and said ‘I am NOT Happy!’

So I said, ‘Well, which one ARE you then?’

That’s how the fight started.

This is how pumpkin is made!!!

Have you ever googled yourself.  I recently googled our last name, leaving out my first name.  What did I get.  Surprisingly not much until I included our state.  There is lots when it comes to that.  Our involvement in the community, the work time we spend.  Our businesses and best yet the history of what we have attempted.  I tried to run for office and the number 1 link on google is the facebook fan page we setup.

One of the weird things that stood out is addresses.  I knew that there was a street named Broecker Blvd but I didn’t think they would show up with the search.  I guess that is one nice thing about having a weird spelled last name.

OK dinner gang, here we go after a short break in September.  Not far from our August location.

WHAT:                Café Classico

LOCATION:       2144 Frankfort Ave

DATE:                 Thursday, Oct 13th.

TIME:                  6pm

Website:             http://www.caffe-classico.com

so that you can see the menu.

I will make the reservations on Tuesday Oct 11th at noon but if you can’t make up your mind by then you get to call for yourself, 895-0076

When you get together with family how often are we thinking “When will this end”.  We had a fun experience with a family dinner recently.  What happened.  Well, we realized that we had 4 generations together at one table.  Our patriarch was there, Aunt Betty Ann who is 98 down to the youngest, ME 3 years old.  We are lucky in that our family all lives locally.  On September 5th our family had a picnic where over 50 people showed up and many were busy and couldn’t come out. It is funny.  I am always telling people about our family and many find it hard to understand.  My generation is the really the first generation to leave Louisville.  That may be because they all worked in the family business until they were married and settled here.  My Generation moves away and almost all have returned home.  That we can think of only 1 family (at least to 2nd cousins) has moved away and been unable to return.  The best part of that is that they want to return but Occupations won’t let them.

Sent to me from another source !

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: – Knowing when to come in out of the rain; – Why the early bird gets the worm; … – Life isn’t always fair; – And maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies, don’t spend more than you can earn and adults, not children, are in charge. His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility and his son Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame and I’m A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, do nothing

We have recently had a break down in our family history research.  I would have to guess that it has to do with the TV Show “Who do you think you are?”.  Once my wife started watching that she was in full research mode.  Now if we could just get her back into it.

We have to thank those of you who have written in.  Believe it or not some have.  We received a wonderful letter from a former employee’s daughter of my Grandfather.  Yes that was a little confusing.  The neat thing is that she found us through the Photos section of the old Klarer Plant pictures.  Please feel free to look around the pictures.  Send us a comment if you see something that looks familiar.

At a church recently we saw a video of a family that had lost their 13 year old daughter to a freak snow skiing accident.  What did that family do?  They decided that the lost of the family member was tragic but if something good was to come from it, they had to donate working organs.  The video was the reunion of the mother of the 13 year old and the recipient of her heart.  A mother of 2 received the heart after hers began to fail 5 years prior.  Just before the transplant she was sleeping 18 hours a day and was luck to leave the house due to fatigue.

While the video was moving I am glad to be a member of a family that had done just what the giving family did.  This week is difficult as I remember Smoky but at the same time I know that others are out in the world due to the giving nature of Smoky and his wife.  We are thankful for our family and the giving nature.

Monday we held our yearly picnic at Mary and Kurt Broecker’s Farm in Oldham County.  It is amazing how much everyone changes in just a matter of a year.  5 years ago we had little kids running around and now we have teenagers and youth a like.  Our Family picnic was from 11 to 2 but many didn’t arrive until after 12 as there was an accident on I-71.  Either way you have to give the kids plenty of time to run around.  The picnic ended a little after 3 as many started their way home to spend the afternoon getting ready for the busy work week.

Family pictures from the event will be uploaded but one of the best is attached here. 

THE PSYCHIATRIST AND THE PROCTOLOGIST

Best friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided that, in spite of two different specialties, they would open a practice together to share office space and personnel.
Dr. Smith was the psychiatrist and Dr. Jones was the proctologist. They put up a sign reading “Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors.”
The town council was livid and insisted they change it.
So, the docs changed it to read: “Schizoids and Hemorrhoids.” This was also not acceptable, so they again changed the sign.
“Catatonics and High Colonics”. . .no go.
Next, they tried “Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives” . . . thumbs down.
Then came “Minds and Behinds” . . . still no good.
Another attempt resulted in “Lost Souls and Butt Holes” . . . unacceptable!
So they tried “Analysis and Anal Cysts” . . . not a chance.
“Nuts and Butts” . . . no way.
“Freaks and Cheeks” . . . still no good.
“Loons and Moons” . . . forget it.

The docs finally came up with “Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones – Odds and Ends.”
Everyone loved it!