Well there’s two sides to every family (not always) and, you guessed it, I have no information about the other side. I can remember Uncles and Aunts names. I remember my Grandfathers name that died before I was born. I can remember grandma Clem. The most fantastic lady you could imagine with blue hair. Her favorite time of day was 6:00 pm when my Dad would come home from work. They would take turns mentioning it. Usually within 15 minutes my Dad was pouring a 7 and 7. For Dad that meant 3 parts Fleischmanns to one part 7up. For grandma Clem that meant 1 part Fleischmanns to 3 parts 7up. There was always a bottle of 7up in the fridge. I made a huge mistake of drinking what was left of the 7up one time. We not going there with this story.
My Mom’s (Maggie) side of the family was so far away. Today, you can text your friend that moved away to Japan 6 years ago and he gets the message and responds in under a minute. In 1960 it was just a little bit different. I’m sure as the family member was boarding the plane the last words said was I’ll write. That meant a Christmas card in December with two or three lines scratched real fast because you had 20 more cards to get in tomorrow’s mail. You would think that anyone that could type as fast as lightning would get more letters out. Not the case, just too much of life to tend to. I am sure anyone on the receiving side of one of Maggie’s letters was praying that it was typed. You could spend all day trying to read her writing. It is different now, every time I pick up a scrap of paper that has her handwriting on it, I get all choked up. The smallest things get ya’. The point? I don’t have a phone number, haven’t seen anyone in 20 years. I remember one of the cousins was working on a family tree. I even got offered a copy of the work. Why didn’t I pursue that?
How do you spell obsession? I couldn’t sleep!
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