Opinion : We all live in a...Purple House?

1974, my dad and mom posing in front of our Purple house

There was one thing about my dad that was also unique...well, more than one for sure, but one thing that stood out all over town. 

He liked to do things to make people happy. And sometime he may not have thought it all the way through.

Like this time.

One day he asked my mom what her favorite color was.

She replied, "Purple".

Then thought nothing of it.

My dad decided to paint the house.

She still thought nothing of it.

He came home with 15 gallons of purple paint.

She asked, why...

He said, "You said you liked purple..."

So yep, if you lived here in the 70's, you remember the purple house.

To this day, I sometimes meet people from way back when, and they will say, now where did you live?

I simply reply, "THE purple house..."

They know.

At the time living in a purple house was a bit embarrassing until I saw my dad continue to stick out his check and proudly proclaim that HE lived in the purple house. I then assumed it was somehow cool.

I had someone tell me that they used our house to give directions to theirs.

Guess it worked.

So the moral of the story, if your husband asks you what color you like, and it's nothing you want the neighbors to know, better pick a different color!

I'm just glad no one told him they wanted to paint the town red...