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Mar. 28th, 2016 09:53 amEaster, involving as it did both of Dad's younger sisters, also involved some family stories I hadn't heard before, and some I had heard but mis-attributed. Apparently it was my great-grandfather Frank, not my grandfather, who went on a car trip to Maine (from Somersworth, NH) with Dad and said exactly two words the whole time in the car. (The two words in question were "And peas", because apparently my great-grandmother had been describing a meal they had somewhere, and forgot to mention the peas.)
I had also forgotten that one of my great-great-grandfathers was named Zephirin. I think Zephirin sounds like a patent medicine.
Of course we also ended up hauling out some family pictures, and I discovered we have a picture of my grandmother decked out in my grandfather's flying gear from WWII. Apparently she wanted him to take her flying, and so she had to wear the whole suit: boots and jacket and helmet and goggles and all. She looks like she's drowning in it, but she's smiling. I wish I had known more of that side of her, because what I remember of her is after she had gotten Parkinson's Disease.
And then there's the horse. We have a picture of a four-door Ford Model A, with a horse sticking his head out the window of the front passenger seat. We think the horse belonged to my great-grandfather Edmond, who was a doctor and used to do house calls with a horse and buggy. Legend has it he died of pneumonia from being out all night on house calls. Nobody has any idea why the horse was put in the car to begin with, but we all think it's hysterical. I guess I come by my sense of humor honestly.
I had also forgotten that one of my great-great-grandfathers was named Zephirin. I think Zephirin sounds like a patent medicine.
Of course we also ended up hauling out some family pictures, and I discovered we have a picture of my grandmother decked out in my grandfather's flying gear from WWII. Apparently she wanted him to take her flying, and so she had to wear the whole suit: boots and jacket and helmet and goggles and all. She looks like she's drowning in it, but she's smiling. I wish I had known more of that side of her, because what I remember of her is after she had gotten Parkinson's Disease.
And then there's the horse. We have a picture of a four-door Ford Model A, with a horse sticking his head out the window of the front passenger seat. We think the horse belonged to my great-grandfather Edmond, who was a doctor and used to do house calls with a horse and buggy. Legend has it he died of pneumonia from being out all night on house calls. Nobody has any idea why the horse was put in the car to begin with, but we all think it's hysterical. I guess I come by my sense of humor honestly.
