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Yesterday I came down in the morning to my folks' house and spent the day hanging out with my dad. Some things I learned:
My grandparents apparently road-tripped to New Mexico to get married, possibly because there was no waiting period there, and had a double wedding with my grandfather's sister and her husband. The only remaining person who can tell us about this is my great-aunt, who had better spill the beans Friday.
My dad and I discussed moving the photos from the 40+ photo albums to archival albums and labeling them.
Dad: Of course every time you think about it, you think it's too late. But I still remember who some of those people are.
Me: And what you have to remember is that even the recent stuff... uh, 1990 was two decades ago!
Dad: Yeah. I know.
Me: It just hit me.
My dad and I went to visit a friend of the family Rubye Gail, who is 95 and "ready for a new address," and she was pleasantly annoyed at my grandfather for cutting in line ahead of her when he was 10 years younger. (Not really but kind of humorously so.) She told us stories about how when she was little, they turned off the electricity to the town at 11pm and didn't turn it back on until 6am.
And then she told me an interesting story about a friend she had growing up, and how her grandfather had told her friend and Rubye Gail how he had come to America when he was a child, from Russia. And 90% of me was listening to the story because it was really neat and the other 10% was going:
More later, I'm sure. I gotta catch up on some more sleep.
My grandparents apparently road-tripped to New Mexico to get married, possibly because there was no waiting period there, and had a double wedding with my grandfather's sister and her husband. The only remaining person who can tell us about this is my great-aunt, who had better spill the beans Friday.
My dad and I discussed moving the photos from the 40+ photo albums to archival albums and labeling them.
Dad: Of course every time you think about it, you think it's too late. But I still remember who some of those people are.
Me: And what you have to remember is that even the recent stuff... uh, 1990 was two decades ago!
Dad: Yeah. I know.
Me: It just hit me.
My dad and I went to visit a friend of the family Rubye Gail, who is 95 and "ready for a new address," and she was pleasantly annoyed at my grandfather for cutting in line ahead of her when he was 10 years younger. (Not really but kind of humorously so.) She told us stories about how when she was little, they turned off the electricity to the town at 11pm and didn't turn it back on until 6am.
And then she told me an interesting story about a friend she had growing up, and how her grandfather had told her friend and Rubye Gail how he had come to America when he was a child, from Russia. And 90% of me was listening to the story because it was really neat and the other 10% was going:
2010 - 95 = Rubye Gail was born in 1915.
1915 - 50 (the guesstimated age of her friend's grandfather) = born in 1865
1865 + 15 years old at the time of the story= 1880.
I am listening to a SECONDHAND story from the century before last.
TIME TRAVEL WHOA.
More later, I'm sure. I gotta catch up on some more sleep.
