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Bud Grossmann’s
Words of the Week
for the Week of
May 28, 2006
Previously unpublished Family History
© 2006 by Bud Grossmann.
All Rights Reserved.
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David & Newborn Eliz, 1987
© 1987 by Bud Grossmann
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BOB CAN’T BELIEVE THE KIDS HAVE GROWN
From: S—@aol.com
To: b—@juno.com
Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 20:46:49 EDT
Subject: weekend
Hi,
Phil and Doris are here; ready to drive to Ohio tomorrow for Jon's graduation. I for one can't believe he is old enough to graduate, nor Eliz.
I was looking through some old pictures, trying to find some sort of embarrassing for Jane's retirement party, but not too bad as I have to live with her, and I found baby Eliz. Somehow she was in Rio and only a few months old. Was it an anniversary or Christmas? The picture brought back the day, or at least a small part. I seem to remember sitting in a rocking chair in a church basement, rocking her for the longest time-it was so relaxing and peaceful. I'm guessing either your mom or one of your cousins got upset with me for being a 'baby hog." Among my sisters and I, that is one of the worst things to say about someone.
Anyhow, we are leaving at "the butt crack of dawn," not your sister-in-law, but a term I learned from #2 son, so as to be in Ohio for supper and the exercises. It should be a pleasant weekend, with the actual party Saturday.
We also got a picture, etc. from Eli. He seems so much older than Jon or Eliz. Maybe it is the six foot frame.
Aloha,
Bob
From: Bud Grossmann <b—@juno.com>
To: S—@aol.com
Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 15:42:57 -1000
Subject: Boy, are you good...
Boy, Bob, are you good at writing family history! I still have, somewhere in a Gramma Letters binder, the story you wrote, of the arrival of your first grand-nephew or -niece.
I can remember you in a photo someone took, as I recall, in the basement of the Rio Bank. Saw it recently. Lots of sweaters and neckties in the picture. Don't know if you were holding the kid in the picture I saw. It was Christmastime 1987, and she was not yet three months old.
To help you identify the week more precisely, I can tell you that the day we flew out of Wisconsin, we—Fran, her mom, Eliz, Dave, and I—got as far as Denver, boarded a second plane, and taxied out into a long line of planes in a huge snowstorm. The plane crept along for the better part of an hour on the ground, and then crawled back to the gate and let us out again; Stapleton was shut down. We took a cab to a friend's house. Our friend's son watched an important football game on TV that afternoon, Broncos vs. Somebody. Television reception wasn't the best, and I couldn't tell what was TV snow and what was Denver snow obscuring the players on a slippery white field. Next day was gorgeously sunny, and I took a photo of a snow-capped newspaper vending machine, a sports headline on the front page of the paper.
I can think of something worse than "baby hog," and that's "baby hog" with the accent on the second of the two words.
Took me till just now to recognize your reference to sister-in-law, Delta Dawn. I was thinking you meant mother-in-law, because Fran's mom pronounced d's like t's. My friend Skip Polson, to this day, inspired by something Margie Wong once said many years ago, sometimes greets me with a cheerful, "Halloooo, Butt! How...are...YOU!"
Yeah, old Eli looks like a hockey player.
I'll print out your letter, for Elizabeth. My own reminiscences would benefit from abridgement, but I'll make her read them, as well.
Have a great trip to Ohio (rhymes with Rio).
Love, Bud
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