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A family story, and it is important to remember these.
Something my brother reminded me of last night:
My great aunt and uncle were a couple of characters. They were my paternal grandfather's brother and his wife. D and D. They lived their whole lives in and around New Jersey near New York City. In fact, Uncle D lived his entire life on one block. When he got married, he moved out of his parent's house to the house across the street. But they both lived through the depression years.
So they had some... quirks. Dolly always brought plastic bags with her in her purse. She filled these plastic bags with whatever was left out on the table when we went out to eat. Dinner rolls, whole fruit, those little pots of jam, jelly, and honey. Stuff like that. Her big "theft" item? Sugar packets. Just the sugar packets, not the sweet n' low, or equal. She'd even clean out surrounding tables of sugar packets if she thought she could get away with it.
My brother remembers going to see them once when he was living in New Jersey about thirteen years ago, and Uncle D had a large container filled with sugar packets - collected from all over, as it was all different printing - in front of him and he was painstakingly ripping them open and dumping them into a measuring cup.
What are you doing? M asks.
D wants to bake a cake, and I am getting the sugar measured out, is the reply.
They've both passed on now, but I remember the way they were. Devoted to each other. Aunt D was devastated when her husband died. She only lasted a few of years after he went. He was her best friend.
Thrifty. Bold. Quirky. God, I love my family! You just cannot make this stuff up.
Something my brother reminded me of last night:
My great aunt and uncle were a couple of characters. They were my paternal grandfather's brother and his wife. D and D. They lived their whole lives in and around New Jersey near New York City. In fact, Uncle D lived his entire life on one block. When he got married, he moved out of his parent's house to the house across the street. But they both lived through the depression years.
So they had some... quirks. Dolly always brought plastic bags with her in her purse. She filled these plastic bags with whatever was left out on the table when we went out to eat. Dinner rolls, whole fruit, those little pots of jam, jelly, and honey. Stuff like that. Her big "theft" item? Sugar packets. Just the sugar packets, not the sweet n' low, or equal. She'd even clean out surrounding tables of sugar packets if she thought she could get away with it.
My brother remembers going to see them once when he was living in New Jersey about thirteen years ago, and Uncle D had a large container filled with sugar packets - collected from all over, as it was all different printing - in front of him and he was painstakingly ripping them open and dumping them into a measuring cup.
What are you doing? M asks.
D wants to bake a cake, and I am getting the sugar measured out, is the reply.
They've both passed on now, but I remember the way they were. Devoted to each other. Aunt D was devastated when her husband died. She only lasted a few of years after he went. He was her best friend.
Thrifty. Bold. Quirky. God, I love my family! You just cannot make this stuff up.
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