S: Ode to Joy
FC: Ode to Joy January 12, 2010
3: A Living Legacy... Happy 80th Birthday Joy/Daughter/Wife/Mom/Aunt/Sister/Nana! A woman of many titles has many stories - across many generations and many corners of the world and through many walks of life in many different ways. To document them all would be an insurmountable task of documenting many more stories yet to be shared. This is by no means a complete story of the woman we know, but it offers glimpses of the greatness and compassion that we all know and love. It offers us many reasons to give thanks for a life that influenced many others - a life that teaches hard lessons, but is always a shoulder to lean on; a life that respects reverence, yet has an insatiable appetite for fun; a life that teaches not to dwell on the past, but to always hope for a better tomorrow. We wanted to mark this occasion by sharing in remembering many good times of the past. In compiling this ridiculously large birthday card, it was fun to hear stories shared that some siblings heard for the first time, or two people telling the same story a different way. It was personally fun for me to see how unique the fingerprints you left on each person's life, yet how they were all strikingly similar in their style. While the stories are innumerable - a sputtering font of life changing moments, simple pleasures, hard times, happy times and everything in between - common themes resonate throughout: 1. Always treat others with the respect you feel you are entitled. 2. Leave your corner of the world a better place. 3. When in doubt, always have fun. 4. When all else fails, it's five o'clock somewhere. Legacies are important things for each family in their own right. They mean different things for different families and can be symbolic items or intangible gifts. We are proud today to be able to honor a unique legacy that we are proud to be heirs to - Joyce Elizabeth. As we enter into a forthcoming new generation, we look forward to the next chapter of stories yet to be written. And we hope to be able to carry on the love and compassion in our future days that we carry in our hearts from you.
8: The Travel Bug submitted by Meredith Newlin Beginning with a vintage camper, a stack of cards, and two very patient grandparents, my love of adventure was secured at a young age... For years, Nana and Papa bravely took pairs of grandchildren on very grand adventures- from the Appalachian Mountains to ‘Nawlans we traveled in “the condo on wheels”. What likely started as an opportunity for us kids to bond with our grandparents quickly became a highly anticipated chance to get away from home for a few summer weeks (assuredly anticipated by our parents as well)! Nana and Papa have always been excellent travel role-models. I will never forget Nana’s words (and not the words from Papa which compare houseguests to fish) but rather the importance of travel in a committed relationship. Whether it was one night in the next town or a week in Europe, she said they took the time both with and without children to experience the world and learn together. Perhaps it was the glitz and glam of sleeping on a contraption that was a couch by day, but the experiences of traveling with Nana and Papa solidified my love for travel at an early age. Between cutting chewing gum out of long hair and battling traffic across the country, I think we all can agree that these treasured travel opts are among favorite childhood memories. | Most recently, Nana took Jenna and I on an incredible journey through Italy’s finest cities, towns, and of course, restaurants. While we share many stories and wonderful memories from this grand adventure, these are just a few of my favorite highlights. Nana-isms: On one particularly long bus ride between fabulous Florence and pitiful Pisa, Jenna and I compiled a list of phrases we heard Nana use throughout the trip. I believe the list included, “useless as tits on a goose” and “slicker than snot on a doorknob”. Around the time that Jenna and I were both starting college it was an exciting trip to learn about Nana’s travel experiences and hear about special memories she and Papa had shared throughout the years.
9: Oh, the gelato: Stracciatella- chocolate chip, fragola- strawberry, nutella- chocolate hazelnut, riso- sweet rice, mela- green apple, frutti de basco- fruits from the woods? Evidently, the mysterious flavors and combinations did not stop us from eating the celebrated Italian dessert...at least once a day. | Italian Wine: On hotel balconies, in the famous Florence park- Piazelle Michelangelo, historic Roman restaurants, Umbria’s finest towns, the list goes on and on. We enjoyed our fair-share of Italian wines together and the taste of white wine will forever bring me back to Italy! | L’Opera: Three Americans at the Roman opera house, Teatro dell'Opera di Roma, listening to Die Zauberflte, the German opera, translated in Italian. When in Rome! As a surprise to say ‘thank you’ to Nana, Jenna and I planned an evening of surprises, concluding with the Italian Opera. I appreciate that Nana and Papa instilled a sense of curiosity for the world around us. The trips we took together were formative for many reasons, and each of us carry special memories as a result. I will continue to love traveling and for that, THANK YOU NANA!
10: The Little Things submitted by Nick Newlin It seems like it's always the little things which, in the course of a day, bring to mind the best memories of Nana and Papa. When standing in line at airport security, and seeing someone wearing a "Black Dog Tavern, Martha's Vineyard" sweatshirt that reminds me of the one Nana and Papa brought me back from a trip out east. Or when someone cracks a beer or pours a scotch at the office around 4 PM, and I hear Nana saying "It's five o'clock somewhere." Or in a business meeting when a client wants to "have their cake and eat it too." For me, these little things and other small memories seem to always lead me easily down the path of larger remembrances. | Thinking about Nana and Papa's travels together inevitably leads to memories of our RV trips across the country, our unforgettable breakdown on the Blue Ridge Parkway, and Papa pulling a King Solomon on a Canadian dollar bill. Imagining Nana saying "Well, it's five o'clock somewhere" of course leads to thoughts of cocktails on the porch of the Dauphin Island beach house and all of the exuberant family gatherings we had there. I know these memories will be with me forever, and the little things in daily life will provide constant reminders of the good times we all had together as a family, and the years of good memories we still have yet to make together with Nana, and with Papa watching over us.
11: Christmas (lace) cookies: We usually spent Christmas in Columbus and upon arriving a plate of Christmas cookies would appear. When my mom made cookies, they were usually a hurried activity, so edges were crispy, icing runny or only one kind. Mother did MANY things well, just not cookies. Anyway, my personal favorites were lace cookies; they were pretty and delicious. I think Aunt Joy usually “put back” some extras just for me. Aunt Joy wrapped all the kids’ gifts in an individual colored tissue paper. I LOVED that idea and understood why it worked for her. I have always done the same thing-everyone's gifts at our house and for the rest of our extended family are wrapped in a specific paper. | "Joy in beauty and attention to detail" submitted by Mary Jo Eberspacher A Great Listener: Aunt Joy is one of the most interesting conversationalists that I know. Her interests are varied; she is well-read; her word choice is exact. But her most engaging quality is that she is an avid listener- her eyes light up; she has a keen look…listening, not waiting to make her next point. As a teen I always appreciated her interest and support. I recall our conversations in Maine as we did dishes each morning. She was a great sounding board.
12: One Cool Grandma! submitted by Paul Williams Joyce Newlin, my Nana, is one COOL grandma! She makes an impact on the lives of everyone who has the pleasure to know her and she's certainly had a big impact in mine. In this letter I'll share some of the memories that to this day make me laugh and also remember how much she cares about us all. It seems like such a long time ago when she and Papa took Tyler and I to grandfather mountain. I had never been camping before and while we did sleep in the motor home, I remember it being very new to me. | Whenever my brother and I had been around Nana and Papa it typically was with the entire extended family, so to be able to get some time with just them was when I feel I first got to know them. Papa got me my first pocket knife and my brother and I learned how to whittle... although everything I whittled came out as a pointy stick! I have some memories where, at the time it was tough love and I didn't really understand, and now I look back and laugh at the simplicity of Nana and Papa's way of getting their point across. Tyler and I were on our way to Texas back in 97' and I remember there were a couple of nights where we didn't quite finish our meals. Papa did NOT like that (starving kids in Africa), so the next time we stopped, me and the bro had to decide on which meal we wanted to split! Needless to say, from that point on there was no leaving any scraps on our plates! Of course, that was one of the greatest two weeks ever... hungry or not! We went to Six Flags, Texas, ate some authentic Cajun food at "Mulates" in Louisiana, went to the largest water park in the United States ("The Shlitterbaun"), and went to NASA's "Space Center Houston". All these things showed me how much of a fun-loving grandmother we have and how lucky we are for that reason. Nana, I hope you know how much you mean to me and to all of us. I hope this book can show you the impact you and Papa have made in all of our lives.
13: Dauphin Island Memories... submitted by Hailey Bernhardt My favorite memory of being with Nana and Papa was when all of our families went to Dauphin Island for Christmas. Nana got all of the cousins blue sweatshirts, it was fun for all of us to wear them at the same time. It was nice for all of us to be together with lots to talk about and catch up on. I liked dancing with everyone in the living room to Paul & Tyler's first CD.
14: Looking Back submitted by Bethe Bernstein I mistakenly thought her glass was filled with water and took a big gulp to take some meds and it turned out to be vodka. I went down to visit her by myself one summer and we went to a restaurant that threw rolls at you. Nana’s friend and her granddaughter, Kathleen, went with us. Kathleen and I got orange t-shirts that said “got rolls” on them. Every year she gives me Christmas tree ornaments She was weirded out that I would buy pants with holes in them on purpose.
15: So many stories submitted by Tyler Williams I have so many memories of Nana and Papa that it's incredibly hard to nail just a few down. When I think back, the feelings I remember are some of the most telling aspects of the love and patience they had, and have, for the entire family. I remember how I felt protected and secure with Papa. He was always himself. He didn't sugarcoat things and you never had a doubt of where he stood on an issue. Seeing how much he loved Nana and the way he treated her helped me grow into someone with a healthy respect for all relationships. | Nana was always his number one. This was never more evident than on my trip with them and my brother, Paul, down to Texas. It was late in the evening at La Quinta Inn and dinner was on my mind. We rushed towards the elevator, stomachs grumbling. Paul and I were always up for a good game of “Who can hit the button first?” and this occasion was no different. My brother won and the doors slid open. I lifted my foot to cross the threshold when suddenly I felt the big hand of Papa on my shoulder. “You wait for your Nana, she's a lady!” he bellowed. I was yanked back into the hallway quicker than I could blink and Nana walked softly by Paul and I. Papa went next and we followed rank behind the general. The lesson was learned. Fishing Trip Gone Wrong Though Papa was a patient man, even a patient man has a breaking point. I was usually the one to find those points. At Steimke’s resort in Wisconsin, patience was in short supply with all. One day, after watching a Lumberjack competition, the men piled into a van with the boys in the back. Paul was sitting next to Papa and I was behind them in the last row. Back in those days, Paul and I would scrap over the smallest things and usually it would end uneventfully. This day was different. Some early 90’s hit was playing on the radio while my brother was arguing with me over some nonsense. In one of my dumber moves, I went to spit on him.
16: The spit flew straight at first, right towards the target. It was almost there, ready to splat down on his red little head when suddenly, it made a right turn. The saliva turned into a heat-seeking missile that had its sights set for Papa's shoulder! I was a goner. Needless to say, the back of Papa's hand was imprinted on my right cheek for the last few days at Steinky’s. These memories were all learning moments for me, thanks to Papa. It was no wonder why Nana considered him her rock, and she his light…... scratch that, make it spark-plug! It's Five O'Clock Somewhere Nana is a party animal. I found this out on our trip to Biloxi, Mississippi, the entertainment capital of the Gulf! It was summer 2002 and I had flown down to Alabama by myself. I was a rising junior in high school and still a little bit of an awkward mess, but I was ready to have fun. We drove from Dauphin Island over to Biloxi and checked into our hotel. It was a mecca of gambling and nightly shows. The show we picked was "Stomp", a trashcan-percussion fusion, the likes of which I had never seen before. We sat in our seats clapping, stomping, hootin’ and a hollerin’. Nana was having a ball. Looking back now, it was great to be able to have an amazing time with her before Hurricane Katrina hit Biloxi hard in 2005. I’m so grateful to have been able to experience these amazing people as grandparents. I will never forget the impact Papa has had on us and I can't wait for more good times with my Nana, Joy Newlin.
18: A Keeley Parade Submitted by Keeley Bernhardt Some of my fondest childhood memories took place at Nana and Papa's house. I remember how wonderful it was to go and visit them there and how idyllic it was. Reminiscing of these times conjures up emotions of safety and comfort. Whenever I lie in a bed with a down comforter I think of Nana's house. Her guest bedroom for the grandkids with its plush bedding provided physical and emotional security that I feel to this day. Nana's house also has a smell and nostalgic feel to it that I cannot find anywhere else. I always look forward to visiting Nana for her company and warm fuzzy feelings. | The best gift I ever received from Nana was a set of Murano glass bead bracelets to commemorate my trip to Italy. They are very special to me because they remind me of both Nana and my overseas trip. I wear them whenever I attend a special event. I also am deeply gratified for Nana's help in getting me to Italy. What a wonderful opportunity that my family came together to provide to me! I grew spiritually and mentally on this pilgrimage and know my life would be different today if I had never had such a chance to broaden my horizons. I look forward to new endeavors in my future that will force me to push the envelope of my knowledge and comfort zone. The best way to learn is through active participation. Although I do not remember the Keeley Parade firsthand, I thought I should include it since it has become a family tradition. The family used to get together at Myrtle Beach every year for a reunion. These were great fun in and of themselves. I am grateful that we had them because it allows me to still feel close to my extended family even though we do not necessarily see each other annually anymore. One year, I am told, I began to follow Jenna and Meredith up and down the stairs and they in turn began to follow me; thus began the Keeley Parade. May we always break out in celebration when we come together to commemorate our family ties and continued closeness.
20: Nana and Papa submitted by Jenna Persson Will all eight of us who were lucky enough to go on summer adventures in the motor home start there? I know that some of my very best summer memories are those given by Nana and Papa, criss-crossing the country with Meredith. We saw so many sights, southern mansions and glass-blowers and mountains, but when I think back, it's swimming figure-eights around Papa's legs in the camping ground swimming pools that I remember best. And playing dominoes and card games at the little fold-out table in the mid-section of the motor home. I think it's fitting that in the end, however fabulous the sightseeing was on those summer trips, my clearest recollections are of time spent together doing simpler things. That's really what made those trips unique; how many grandparents would, year after year, carefully plan an itinerary and then spend weeks with us as they did?
21: Another common factor in our stories will, without a doubt, be the lake. Papa's Lake. And Nana's Beach, of course. Who could forget the incredible honor of being chosen by Papa to steer the motor boat for a few minutes? Or the fourth of July celebrations? Or the hilly road between their house and the lake, on which I first heard the expression “like a bat out of hell” in reference to Uncle Rob's driving? But I digress... In the evenings, after an exhausting day at the lake, I remember the competition among cousins for the choicest places, cuddled in against either Nana or Papa while we watched cartoons, read books or listened to the adults talking.
22: Even in the blazing Italian sun, a sense of humor!
23: Nana is always ready to have fun. When I'm describing Newlin family gatherings, I always find myself returning to the central theme of 'drinking and dancing.' Nana is really the central force there, the matriarch of a clan that can't help but party! | Leaving our hotel room in Rome for a, for Nana, surprise destination, the opera.
24: Nana got such a kick out of being the protective “Grandmama” when the Italian men were eying Meredith and I. But she attracted just as much flirtation herself!
25: Wine and cocktails do seem to be a recurring theme in this group...
26: I've always known that Nana adored dogs; it was obvious from the way she and Papa babied Goldy, Daisy and Lily, and our parents’ stories of the bulldogs and assorted pets of their childhoods. But, I don't think I grasped the full depth of her devotion until our dog Josie was a puppy and Nana actually let Josie teethe on her hands! She was totally unconcerned that this sharp-toothed little puppy was breaking the skin of her new chew-toy! | Forever young! Nana on a swing on a small island in the Baltic Sea. She never ceases to impress with her love of travel and new experiences.
27: Nana has exhibited her warm openness in countless ways throughout the years. But I think the way she has welcomed her grandchildren's partners deserves special mention. She's opened her arms to be a grandmother to them all, easing the transition into a large and potentially intimidating family!
29: The Good, the Better, and the Funny... submitted by Drew Williams Going to Nana and Papa’s house in Columbus every summer is one of my best memories of childhood. When there weren't the favorite local spots that were tradition to go to (Garcia’s, Zaharako’s, the Commons) it was a day spent on the water at the lake. I still remember exactly how the house looked, what pictures went on what walls; how it smelled. Dinners were always fun and noisy, we'd sit long after the dinner was consumed and talk and laugh before adjourning, usually to the deck, where grown-ups would sip coffee or another glass of wine. I knew a lot of kids growing up that dreaded visiting their grandparents and for a long time I couldn't understand that. We have cool grandparents. In later years, a few friends would join me on the long distance trip to Alabama's Dauphin Island to visit; and they were always equally surprised that a Nana could be so cool. Those people still will ask to this day “how's Nana doing?” and start telling stories about the time they spent a week on Dauphin Island. I remember taking walks on the beach with Nana and the family occasionally when we'd visit Dauphin Island, but one particular day it was just Nana and I. As we walked along the shoreline late one afternoon, three or four dolphins swam paralleling the beach maybe 50 yards away from us. “That's a gift from God,” she said. “Everyday God gives us at least one gift – sometimes it's hard to recognize, but it happens every day.” I’ve always remembered that statement and even on my hardest days, I try to remember to look for the gift. Nana and Papa came to Fredericksburg to visit once when we lived on Pritchett Way. Paul was just a baby and I think it was before Tyler came along yet. Dad had assembled an aluminum swing set in the backyard for us to play on. As the usual happy hour had arrived, the grown-ups sat drinking their martinis on the deck watching me swing. Papa came down to the swing set and asked if he could join me on the swing. I replied, ‘sure.’ He sat down on one of the swings and being a man of stature as he was, his weight pulled the swing down to the ground and the four legs of the swing set submerged in concrete came out of the ground. Nana stood up and screamed from the deck “Oh, Bob!” I used to think that anytime anyone burped the correct thing to say was “Oh, Bob!” I’m always amazed at how Nana remembers dates for everyone's birthday – particularly as the family continues to grow.
30: Sometime around 1993, Papa, Nana and I were sitting on the deck, and Nana looked at the roof. “Bob, you really need to clean that roof.” “That sounds like a good spring job,” Papa said. “You said it sounded like a good fall job last spring!” Nana replied. I now appreciate, and very much miss, Papa's straightforwardness and ability to tell it like it is. Whenever any of us kids would screw up, you knew it wasn't going to be sugar coated, but fair. Nick and I were traveling through Canada with Nana and Papa in the summer of ’92 and came upon a $2 Canadian bill. Nick wanted it and I wanted it. We must have argued over it for a few minutes before Papa came up to us. He quietly grabbed the precious bill from our hands, looked at both of us without saying a word and ripped the bill in half. We immediately quit arguing. He handed me one half and the other to Nick. “Now you'll have to be together when you spend that.” Another time, we were at Sunset Beach in 1999. I was getting ready to start my sophomore year of college, and Paul and Tyler had taken up surfboarding. I was not as athletically inclined as Paul or Tyler and being 6’4” or so did not lend itself well to skateboarding; at least not for me. I was intrigued by this surfboarding concept – it didn't look hard, and I watched Paul and Tyler for a few days and made mental notes about when they hopped on, when they jumped off, what the surf looked like when they tossed it in the water. I asked Tyler to borrow his skim board to give it a shot. “I don't think you want to do that, Drew,” Tyler said as he threw his board down and chased after it. He finally relented and handed the board over to me. This wasn't going to be hard, I thought. I watched the water and when the time was just right, gently tossed the board into the surf. As the surf retreated I ensued and hopped on the board. As soon as my feet landed, the board flew out from under me. The board went airborne, and I landed on my back into the surf that mocked me. Papa was sitting in a chair about a hundred feet away and he got up and started to walk over to me. I kept lying there, with the wind knocked out of my lungs. Papa was coming to help me. He was coming over in rescue and aid. He's a doctor for Christ's sake. He got two feet away from me and said “bet you won't do that again,” picked up the skim board, handed it to Tyler and returned to his seat. Nana has always had a way of making you feel special. Often there were things you could tell Nana about that you didn't necessarily want your parents to know. She has always done an excellent job of listening carefully and offering advice where appropriate. I have always known that she is willing to listen in confidentiality.
31: Food always tastes better at Nana’s house. It always has. I don't know why or how, but there is some uncanny ability for Nana to transform what would be otherwise standard fare into something incredible. She and my own mother have always inspired a passion in me for good food and to know how to cook. When Nana and Papa were still in Columbus, usually the whole family would converge on Sunset Beach for a week in the summers. It was one of the rare times that Papa would “get away” from the office for more than a couple of days. Looking back, I always wondered how he made that work as I know he was in high demand. We would spend the days on the beach and one of my fondest recollections is how Nana and Papa would be floating out beyond the breakers, treading water – Papa wearing one of his bucket hats, and Nana a sun visor. Sometimes, there'd be a martini-clasped hand, other times not. For me though, the two of them out there together bobbing up and down in that huge ocean showed me a love for their family, but more so for each other just as vast and deep as that ocean.
32: "My Mother Gave Me the Moon" Submitted by Anne Williams
33: My earliest childhood memory was when we were living in the Dunlap apartments, and I can remember running in all hot and sweaty from playing and telling Mom that I smelled purple. She was making grape Jell-o. I seem to recall a lot of things from that time, like annoying Rob so much that they made me start out in their bedroom. I had a lot of trouble falling asleep and used to stare out the big glass window that looked out towards Highway 31. The grape smell was brought back the summer I made umpteen batches of grape tapioca for 4H. The best present I ever received from my parents was that they actually let me drop out of college for a semester and gallivant around Europe for four months; pretty amazing when you consider the times. I know they must've worried that I would never finish college. Oh and that was a pretty terrific gift as well...college degree. It seems that they really did allow me to make my own choices, some not so terrific, but they were always there to pick up the pieces, and don't ever remember them rubbing it in or saying, "we told you so". The best vacation with Mom and Dad had to be as a grown up, when Jim and I went down to visit them and we all went over to New Orleans together and stayed at the Inn Dauphin, in the French Quarter. They showed us around the city, taking us to their favorite restaurants (barbeque shrimp po-boys at Pascals Menale!) Brennan's, Preservation Hall and a really fun time in a strip joint in the Quarter that we had to go into because Mom said, "But Bob, I've never been in a place like that!" My parents absolutely loved each other to pieces. I can still see them lying next to each other on the couch watching TV together. Mom would put fresh lipstick on right before she expected him home for dinner every night. He smooched her good as soon as he walked into the kitchen where she was usually making dinner at the stove. There was always a lot of music in our house growing up. Mom loved to put on something and she'd crank it up to clean with. One of her particular favorites was "My Man" from Funny Girl. She loves a song that builds! We had a lot of jazz and also Belafonte, Nancy Wilson, and Broadway musicals like Porgy and Bess (which I think Susan wore out listening to). What I remember the most though was how much they loved our music, especially Mom. She turned me on to Joe Cocker and bought me the Mad Dogs and Englishmen album for Christmas one year when I was in college. Leon Russell and Rita Coolidge became favorites. She loved the Beatles. I remember Mom and Dad taking a gaggle of junior high school girls up to Indianapolis to see a show with Jerry Lewis and the Pacemakers, the Kinks and a bunch of others that I can no longer actually remember. What good sports they were!!
34: I also remember what fun they had when we would visit aunts and uncles, lots of dancing and drinking went on, and sometimes gut buckets were included (i.e. Hinsdale orange pop, and Ashland red pop...). Mom used to ask us what we wanted for our birthday dinner, and more often than not someone said, "veal parmigiana". I can so clearly remember the time she made it when Gramma and Grampa Bailey came to visit. Dad always had his little TV tray next to his place (on his right side, next to where I always sat) and Mom placed the casserole of parmigiana down on the tray. Dad proceeded to serve it and the tray collapsed dumping it all over the carpet. He was so mad that he simply scooped it all up from the floor, back into the casserole and continued to serve it. No one said a thing. He later threw that TV tray out the back door. The one thing that Mom and Dad gave us all was a true sense of family and belonging, and that we were deeply loved. I can still remember Dad giving Rob boxing lessons so that if Jeff Pace down the street tried to bully me, he could stick up for me. That's what we were all expected to do. We fought pretty hard amongst ourselves generally, but Lord help the idiot that tried to mess with one of us if the others found out about it. Jim and I have tried to give our boys that same sense of being loved deeply and that we would do everything possible for them when needed. I always knew I could count on my parents for anything, and hope that we have passed that family trait to our children. | Mom and Dad had lots of parties when we were growing up, and went out to friend's parties too (the dreaded Beefaroni if they went out!). I remember that as we got older, they had many dinner parties which seemed to be very special affairs to us. The food always looked amazing. Mom was in a couple of bridge clubs, and I especially remember the one that met in the evening. I am sure it was great to be with girlfriends, but man, were they loud! You just couldn't sleep with the peals of laughter ringing up the stairs. Also couldn't touch the goodies she would make, "Don't eat that, it's for BRIDGE CLUB!!"
35: I can so clearly remember that first Fall in the new house on Franklin Street. I had the front room and the wallpaper had yellow stripes. It was so light and sunny. I can still remember how it felt to come down for breakfast with the sun pouring in the windows. I don't think there were any shades in them for awhile. It seemed so HUGE after the apartment and we just laughed over the wallpaper in the kitchen with all the pictures of food with the number of calories under them!!! We were fascinated with the hole in the carpet in the living room that went right down to the room in the basement. And, oh my goodness the clothes-shoot just like Grammas'!!! What a wonderful house to grow up in. I remember coming home after school and picking up a pear from the bushel that Grampa had sent us on the side porch before coming inside. I still think of how that felt and smelled when September comes around. Mom usually had an after school snack for us, and what a treat frosted graham crackers were...and how she listened to every description of my latest love infatuation. You must've gotten so tired of hearing what Steve Boles wore to school each day. I remember going to church every Sunday, but when I was in junior high, we wouldn't eat breakfast first, but you would get out all this wonderful food when we got home. Smoked chubs, grapes, cheese, crusty bread, and we would sit in the kitchen around that big old drop-leaf table and talk and talk. We ate in the dining room most nights and you always lit the candles. We would all talk about our day and what had happened. We always sat and talked a long time after dinners especially if we had visiting family. I find that we do that with our kids too. I remember the time that we went to Dottie and Larry's, and you and Aunt Dot took all of us kids to some cave in Kentucky. We were going down and down and you complained that it was awfully dark in there. I looked at you and you were still wearing your sunglasses! My we laughed about that one! I remember the summer that you had your mastectomy and I moved back home to help take care of you and cook and clean. I think it was the first time I really felt like I was grown up because I was taking care of both of you really. Dad was a perfect mess that summer. I remember encouraging you both to go to Cincinnati to the Terrace Hilton for a getaway when you were feeling better. You guys came back and all seemed to be right with the world again. We all knew that was a special place for you both!
36: I remember the letter that you wrote to me after I married David and was living in Germany. It was full of your love for me and memories that you had of my growing up. It meant a lot to me at that time of great homesickness. I remember going to Mt LaConte, in the Great Smoky Mountains, when I returned from Germany and before David got back; I don't think Rob was with us though. We took the motor home and camped at some campground near the park, and we all went swimming. I believe that was where the famous line, "Freeze and Fall", came from as the water was really cold! We took horses up to the lodge and I was on the retarded horse. I remember thinking, "They wouldn't let people do this if it was dangerous, would they?!?" My horse actually straddled a flat rock like it was a patch of ice, and we were way too close to the edge of the trail, and he simply would not keep up with the rest of the riders. Finally, Dad got behind me to "encourage" my horse along. We ate dinner at the lodge that night, and canned food never tasted so good. We walked out on the ridge and watched a bunch a baby bears swinging their legs while sitting on branches of a tree. I remember that we were a little afraid that the Mama bear must be close by. That night, we were so sore, and we passed around the Ben-Gay. We were in a large, one room cabin and you and Dad were in something like a loft. The beds were all broken down. Pretty soon, you could be heard, doing your "Hoo, Hoo, Hoo, Ha, Ha, Ha, He, He He", sounds that we all get so tickled with. Think you got the Ben-Gay a little "close"! We were too sore to ride back down the next morning so we hiked the 5 miles down, no easy feat!!! I checked, and you can no longer go up by horseback as their hooves have torn up the trail. Everything goes up by llamas!
37: I remember that you came up to Indianapolis to take me out shopping for maternity clothes when I was pregnant for Drew, and I was so excited. We found some wonderful things (the purple caftan that I wore for the next 20 years, I swear!) and then we went to lunch at the new Olive Garden. I thought I was really special, but that's what you were always so good at doing, making us feel special. When I had to move back home with my new little baby, you and Dad couldn't have been more wonderful to us. I still remember the day, not too long after we moved in, when Dad came up to my old room while I was nursing Drew. He laid down in the bed next to me and gently said, "When you were little and you fell down and skinned up your knee, I could kiss it and make it better. I feel so helpless because I can't make it better right now." I think we were both bawling, but my Dad did make it better for us. He made sure that we were safe and protected and loved beyond measure. You and I became so close at that time of our lives. I learned how to be a mother with your gentle advice. You never criticized anything I did with my babies. I remember that you once told me what wonderful care I gave them, that they were always so clean, even their fingernails! I remember Dad even telling me once, "They won't walk down the aisle at graduation with a diaper on and a bottle in their hand. Let them move at their own pace!" I remember how hard it was to take Drew and move to Memphis after I married Jim. You were so happy for us all, but sad that that part of our lives was over. What a special bond you both had with Drew because of that time. I remember wonderful family reunions at Sunset Beach, which, lucky for us, is a place we continue to come back to year after year. I hope to be going there with my own grandkids some day. I remember that you wanted to get to know your grandkids away from parents, and so embarked on the trips with Drew and Nick, and Paul and Tyler. Not many grandparents do this, and it was a special blessing to them as it was to us. I am so grateful to have the family I have. How much we continue to be there for each other through the good, bad, and ugly. That's what family does. We learned it from you and Dad. It is a continual joy to see the family expanding, new marriages with grandbabies to come. In looking back over all the pictures from the years past, the two thoughts that struck me were, as Rob said once, “we don't need anybody but just us to have a good time!" How true that still is today. The second thought is, my God we are a bunch of dancin' fools! I can't get over how many pictures there are of all of us dancing whenever we get together, for whatever reason!!
38: A Great Journey submitted by Rob Newlin One of my favorite family memories was the westward Ho trip. Going up the St. Louis arch, watching storms roll across the Grand Canyon and the static electricity jumping from our fingers. Dad was taking for ever to snap a family picture with the canyon in the background. Endlessly adjusting the camera and finally Mom saying “Oh Bob, just take the picture”. White Sands, petrified rocks, long drives and a very memorable Gondola ride with spectacular views. | Not so fun when it broke down halfway down the hill and we were stuck waiting for the rescue team to get us down. Like a goofball I thought it was exciting, but I could see the fear in mom's eyes. Bindy, Chris, Linus, Goldie, Lilly, Daisey. Bindy was a hoot. We would get her galloping around the house from living room to hallway to kitchen and dining rooms around to the living room again where she would come around the corner and leap into her bed. Only we would move her bed and she would leap expecting to land in her bed but come crashing down instead. Cruel I know but it was great fun. Mom would tell us to stop torturing the poor dog. Christmas with the Crum’s was always exciting for the anticipation of Santa's deliveries. Colored paper piled neatly in the proper chair or corner of the couch. I remember a wrapped basketball that was easy to identify, no need to carefully parse the paper. Cheesy onions, roast beast, Yorkshire pudding. Mom told me I had to ask someone to the Prom and unfortunately for Anita Percifield she sat next to me in English class. She got the question and invite and to my shock, she said yes. We didn't dance, just stood around and watched. Oh man that was painful.
39: Mom kept a pretty close eye on us kids growing up. Some of us were almost angelic, but occasionally I would stray into uncharted territory. I am pretty sure mom and dad knew about my late night wanderings with grade school friends around Columbus. I would sneak out of my basement bedroom window at about 2:00am and try to dodge the police. We would lay down in the middle of Washington Ave. and wait for a car to come down the street and then bolt in all directions. When we were of legal driving age, and parking our cars for the night, mom would always remind us to park on Franklin street because the side street was too dangerous. We had a car hit in the middle of the night out there you know!! It was my VW beetle that was apparently sideswiped when a car backed into it.
40: There were fresh tire tracks in the snow that told the ugly tale. Did anyone notice that the tracks actually went under the car? Where is CSI when you need them? Paul Harvey the rest of the story: I was heading home from school one winter day after a snowy morning with Kelly and Todd. I cruised into The Episcopal Church parking lot and hit the gas, slammed on the breaks, turned the wheel and did a 720 degree spin. Not bad, two times around in one spot. Then proceeded down the street where I lost control and slid sideways into a boulder that was guarding a driveway. It dented in the rocker panel on the passenger side and knocked the seat off the support rails. I spent a fitful night formulating an excuse when fortuitously the tire tracks saved me. So be sure to move your cars tonight to the front of the House. Silver-gray Mustang convertible, Lime green station wagon, Yellow Chrysler, bright blue pinto wagon and tan VW beetle with no front passenger seat. I can see myself being chased by mom around the dining room table for some unspeakable act or comment. “Just wait until your dad gets home”. We had some great times at Grandview lake waterskiing, swimming, building campfires, camping with friends and shooting off fireworks from the rocks at waters edge. There was hard work to because dad had projects to accomplish and he must have believed that mine was not a life of leisure. We cut trees, hauled rocks, built docks and a large storage shed. Yes Bruce Lane and I, with the help of Mike Stevens ‘Barney’, put up a prefabricated shed. Prefabricated means YOU DO NOT NEED TO CUT ANY OF THE BOARDS. That has been done for you. All you need to do is nail and bolt it together. Well, Barney goes by the motto of measure once, cut twice. He sawed two inches off the 2x4 support boards and then we discovered they were 2” too short. Lends credence to Dad's saying “one boy's a boy, two boys are half a boy, and three boys are no boy at all". Sapp’s donuts, Mussalimi pizza burgers, CBTD’s and Kickapoo joy juice.
41: A Mother's Love submitted by Susan Bernstein Going with Dad after dinner on farm runs, before seat belts. It would be the only time we would really have with Dad during the week so on hot summer nights we would all pile in the station wagon. I remember riding in the front seat with my head on Mom's lap and feet over by Dad. | When I was about 5 years old, I had on black patent leather shoes. Dad had a pane of glass on the ground to repair a window. I thought it would be fun to dance on it to see what kind of sound it would make. It took me forever to learn how to ride a two-wheeler. I rode a big trike for the longest time. Could it have anything to do with learning to ride on the gravel alley behind the house? Dad would hold onto the seat for a little way but invariably I would fall when he let go. Damn gravel. After a bad day at Junior high, I would come home and Mom would rock me in the black rocking chair. I’m so grateful that she was always there and willing to give the extra loving I needed. Guess you are never too old to be rocked. I remember being so shy and quiet growing up and feeling uncomfortable around people. Mom would tell me she was also shy. This was a revelation as she didn't seem that way to me. She told me she has more fun since she forced herself to be more outgoing. It took me years to follow her advice but once I finally did, I realized how wise she was and still grateful for having a smart Mom who could read me so well. We all loved going with Mom to Romeo to visit our grandparents. I think one trip we drove up in the VW Beetle. Katie and I took turns riding in the well behind the back seat. Oh the joys of being one of the little girls.
42: Probably my favorite memories involve Grandview Lake. Skiing, sailing, going on the big pontoon boat and singing “Shine on Harvest Moon”. It was a lot of work for Mom bringing out the food for what turned out to be a huge gang most weekends. She did it because Dad and all the kids loved it. It kept us out of some trouble until they left to go home and we continued the party. I remember it getting loud enough for the cops to be called and Dad would come and break things up. I can just hear the police, “Doc, your kids are causing a ruckus. Again!” Vacations in the “Silver Bullet”. Mom and Dad took us all over on trips. One of the most memorable was the trip to the Smokies. We rode horseback up Mt. LeConte and nearly lost Anne over the side of the mountain. We stayed at a lodge on top of the mountain and I remember Mom being surprised by a bear wandering outside of the cabins on her way to the rest room. She was trying to get all of us kids into a cabin and off the sidewalk. I believe a good deal of screaming was involved. Apparently, the bears were waiting for the trash to be put out and there were even bleachers for us to watch them. That night we were pretty sore and Mom was putting on Ben-Gay. We heard plenty of “Woo hoo hoo’s” when she misjudged how far up her leg she was putting it. We roared with laughter and it has gone down in Newlin lore. We always said we never needed anyone else to have fun. We had a great time just being together. Mom and Dad would start dancing. Or rather, Mom would dance and Dad would hold her hand. Soon we would all be dancing. Mom especially made an effort to learn about the music we liked. We also had her watching SNL because she would hear us laughing and had to come down to see what was so funny. None of my other friends partied with their families like we did. Mom was wonderful when all the babies were being born. How taken care of I felt when Jenna was born. There was Mom doing the cooking so I could just focus on the baby. She was on a fast track that year with Meredith, Jenna and Paul coming so close together. As the babies grew, it was a ritual to have Mom sing “Come Little Leaves “ with each child. Building wonderful memories with a new generation. She taught me how to be a good mother with all her caring and kind ways. I know I will be singing the same song to my grandchildren in the future.
43: The sign of a truly great mother is how they are when you are going through a tough time. We have all had them, but Mom has always been a rock for me. After all these years, I don't even need her to say it aloud. “And this too shall pass” can be heard in my head when I think I can't handle something. I know I can always draw strength from her and the lessons she has taught.
44: A Wonderful Life submitted by Katie Bernhardt I had a great childhood. I think we all feel the same way. We were blessed with loving parents who loved each other very much. Every night when Dad came home, he'd come into the kitchen where Mom was busy getting dinner ready and give her a big kiss and a squeeze. Mom is a fantastic cook, she makes recipes from the Gourmet magazine that can knock your socks off as well as those she has collected. | I remember when I was too young to go with the big kids, I'd say to Mom, "those dirty dummy crossers went to the magoons with out me". She'd help me get over it by holding me in the big black rocker until I was all better. We took fantastic family vacations. My favorites were going to Pensacola with the Henry’s. I loved the cottages on the white beaches, Scopallo’s and Bob Gibson’s chicken on the way. When ever I hear the song, 'Joy to the world, all the boys and girls, joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me', I think of those days. We also ventured out in the Airstream, to Colorado and the Smokies. That was great too. Once a year we would meet Aunt Dot, Uncle Larry and MaryJo in Cincinati and stay at the Hilton. I loved riding in the elevator and jumping up at the end of the ride, having Shirley Temples with a cherry and rock candy on a stick in the restaurant at the top of the hotel. At night, the lights of the city were amazing from the restaurant or the windows of the hotel rooms. And Oh, the shopping! Quite often Aunt Dot, Uncle Larry, and MaryJo would come to our house for Christmas. I remember Dad played the GutBucket and Uncle Larry played his Eukalele. The jews harp, kazoo and spoons were also part of the band. What fun they all had.
45: When I was young I would come down the stairs in the morning singing, 'red heads have more fun'!!! I tried playing hooky from school once and came downstairs to report that 'my heart hurts' - that didn't fly. The pets I can remember were a cat named Purry and a Basset Hound named Bindy. There was a song we sang to Bindy - 'there was a fat dog who sat on the porch and Bindy was her name'. Then we had Christina Columbus, a Bulldog who was the high school mascot. She went to the football games and came running out ahead of the team onto the field. She had a litter of puppies who were all named after the Peanuts characters because the father was named Charlie Brown. We kept Linus who was not quite right in the head. In a rain storm she would go down into the basement and hide in the sump pump. She also would hold her breath when you bathed her to the point of passing out. The best gift I ever received was my horse, Molly. We kept her out in the country and Mom was selfless when it came to taking me to ride her. She was always willing to take me and sit for hours reading a book. Any time I had an accident while riding, I’d come home busted up and she'd say "we're going to sell that horse", but she was never serious. I was begging for a dog to be my riding companion and along came Baron a Weimeraner. Mom would get the biggest kick out of him when you told him to go find Tigger. He'd gallop upstairs to my room, find Tigger and come bounding down the stairs squeeking the toy as he came. The worst trouble I can remember getting into was when Linda and I decided to ride our bikes out to their lot on a lake east of town. This meant we would be riding on busy Hwy 46. Of course Mom told us we were not allowed to do it, but we did it anyway. We had a great time swimming in the lake, and when it was time to start heading home, Linda's bike got a flat tire. We had to stop at a house along the Hwy and call Mom to come rescue us. It was a silent ride home in the car except for the information, "just wait 'til your father gets home". Boy did I get it good when Dad came home. Music was a big part of our family fun. We'd listen and dance in the living room to Harry Belefonte, Burt Bacarat, Barbara Streisand, Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. Mom always listened to my music with me too, like Willie Nelson & John Denver. Mom made Birthdays special because we could pick what we wanted to have for our dinner and the kind of cake. She would decorate the cakes so pretty, sometimes with flowers from outside.
46: My parents helped me achieve my goals by nudging me off to Purdue for Vet. Tech. Training. That set my life onto the path toward success, and isn't that what every parents job is? I’d say from looking at all of us, they did a damn good job. We sure all knew we were loved, each in our own special way. The best gift I can give Mom is to be with her on her 80th birthday. I can't think of any other thing that would bring her more joy or mean more to her than to be surrounded by everyone who loves her so very much. I can't wait to be there celebrating with her and everyone else.
48: Here's to Mom & Dad submitted by Jim Williams The first time I met Anne's mom and dad the family was sitting at the dining room table eating dinner. I immediately felt comfortable with them and knew they were a special family. Looking back over the years, I know that the best gift I received was the feeling of having a mother and father. I immediately felt part of the family. Thank you Mom (and Dad)! A few weeks after meeting Mom and Dad, Anne and I and some friends were out on the lake in the motor boat. After boating, I was lining up the boat to come into the dock. As I made the final turn into the dock, the steering wheel snapped off in my hands. I thought Dad was going to be pissed. Instead he just laughed and realized that the story would have tremendous future value, which he took advantage of at each opportunity. Oh, I could spend weeks talking about how Dad tried to make repairs himself! Dad did his best, but he should have stopped trying to make repairs when he left the Vets office. Dad coined the phrase 'fuck-up plate' (a plate to cover a hole made too big because he made the original hole too big). There was the time when he said he was trying to change the oil in the car and said he noticed it looked kind of red. He then admitted he was draining the transmission fluid. Every time I screw something up, I find myself whispering "dumb shit, dumb shit, dumb shit" to myself. I chuckle a little bit each time that happens and remember him fondly! Even people working with Dad got a case of the dumb-shits. I was helping Dad replace the boards on the dock. We cut the first board, used it as a template for the next board, used that board for a template for the third board, etc. We failed to take into account the width of the saw blade. So, each board got a little shorter as we progressed outward across the dock. Now, this would not be particularly noticeable if you were only laying a few boards, but after 50 or 60, it was very obvious what had happened. Dad must have told me a hundred jokes. Probably the best was the two-foot putt, which is not suitable to print. Of course, there was the time when dad gave me a Christmas gift that weighed about 20 pounds. When I opened it I found a concrete block and the Boy Scouts Manual on how to tie knots (a reference to my unique ability to secure the sail boat to the dock).
49: Ive had so many memorable times thanks to Mom and Dad. The best vacation had to be the trip to St. John in 1987. We had a blast! Snorkeling, eating lobster rolls on the beach, taking a thousand pictures of the full moon over St. Thomas at midnight, banana keets, and did I mention the Martinis! And who could forget drinking Little Kings at the Lake, eating Mussalamis, floating in a Kayak, kids laughing, sailing! Over the years, Mom and Dad have given me so much, above all, advice and encouragement. It was difficult for me to come to grips with being a father. Mom and Dad both told me how important it was to make time for the kids. Thanks for the good advice Mom! I can't say I learned to have the patience that Mom and Dad had, but I hope my children have/will! Besides the constant positive encouragement, they loaned me money to help me finish my senior year of college. I always asked for their advice anytime I made a career move. What I admire most about Dad is his sense of integrity and how much he loved Mom. What I admire most about Mom is her ability to act as a calming influence and how much she loved Dad. If I could get Mom anything for her birthday, setting aside any constraints such as time, money, or required skill, it would be a 59 T-bird, with Dad at the wheel!
50: A Few "Funnies" submitted by Karen Newlin The memories are many but I will highlight a few “funnies”. Mom Newlin has always been there for us through many times when we needed “family” nearby. It was very hard to have small children with both parents needing to work and no family members living near us. | Mom and Dad Newlin were always willing to pitch in and help out in the extreme situations. They also always made a point to come to all of the very special events-Christmas, dance recitals, nutcracker performances, graduations, etc. The first “need some family help” came when Nicholas was two years old and I was pregnant with Meredith. Rob had to be out of state for business for seven days, right on my due date. I was scared to death that I would go into labor by myself and with a toddler. Mom came to stay with me. She came bearing gifts-matchbox cars and the famous red cardboard bricks (that needed to be put together). These new goodies kept Nicholas busy for hours on end. The seven days went by and no baby Meredith yet. Rob came home and Mom stayed on. The doctor tried to induce labor and we spent eight hours in the hospital only to be sent home. Dad Newlin called to say he was lonely and starving-how much longer? Of course at that point we were all wondering “how much longer”? Finally after a grand night of “trick or treat” on October 31 with a cute little clown, otherwise known as Nicholas, Meredith finally decided to appear two weeks late. Then, Dad came to Wisconsin for a couple of days.
51: A few weeks later after Nana’s visit, Nicholas and I were at the grocery store and going through the checkout. He was seated in the top of the cart and pointing to the candy and said “Mommy, I want some of that!” Now, I was the mother who was only going to feed my children healthy foods, so I said “No, you don't want that- that's just junk.” Nicholas looked at me and said “Nana buys me junk!” Another memorable Nana visit occurred when Meredith was one year old and I needed to have a major surgery with a three day hospital stay - I could not drive for two weeks and I could not lift anything over a few pounds. Picking up the children was out of the question. I was not allowed to even lift a basket of clothes. After being home for a few days, I was running a fever and in pain requiring a return trip to the doctor's office. Mom Newlin had to pack up both kids and take me to the doctor. Weekly trips to the public library always meant a huge stack of children's books for reading. Nicholas loved being read to and could sit for hours. So Mom took a stack of books with us to the doctor's to keep the kids busy. After the appointment was finished, Mom put both kids in their car seats and we started off. Then, books began flying off the top of the car (where Mom had placed them while putting the kids in their car seats). Nicholas became hysterical, worrying about the library books. Mom stopped the car in the middle of an intersection; stopping all traffic with her arms and frantically ran around collecting all of the books! It was quite the scene. That same week a few other things went wrong-the washing machine overflowed and flooded the basement; and new white shorts suddenly came out pink in the laundry. We laughed at it all, but loved having her with us! A few years later, Rob and I along with Anne and Jim went to the Virgin Islands with Mom and Dad. They had rented a house on St. John and they had already been there for a week before we arrived. Mom greeted us with “Thank God you're here-Dad is wearing me out!” Mom came again and we needed some “family”. Rob won a cruise trip through work. The problem was the dream trip was during Meredith's Junior Prom. So Mom came to stay with Meredith so that she would have someone very special with her for her special night. Nana helped her get ready; hosted four other sets of parents for appetizers and drinks and organized the picture taking for 10 juniors! Nicholas came home from college and took Nana out to dinner. Then they both went to the Monona.
52: A Loving Retreat submitted by Maureen Dunlap Anne and I have been friends since before grade school. We walked to school together, and I was a constantly over at her house.The door was rarely locked back then. I was always welcome. Her house was my stop for a snack and watching a little TV before walking or riding my bike home to to the lagoons. I loved spending the night over at her house. Your mom was and is an inspiration to me. Anne had our first "boy-girl " party. Yes, we did play spin the bottle, and I received my first kiss (on the cheek) . Don't remember who it was- but it took place in the dining room. How appropriate!! | Anne was reading Mischner in her early teens. I was part of your family before my parents were killed in '64, and I thank God for that. Had I not been part of your family, I really know that I wouldn't have made it through all my sorrow. Sometimes it really takes a village. I am living proof. Your Nana is so incredible. I really do remember every meal I ever ate around both tables- the breakfast table where we sat very close together, and the beautiful dining room table, where every detail was complete. I always wondered how she cooked all those wonderful meals and I never saw her refer to a cookbook. I don't recall her ever using convenience items. Amazing. Her house was always immaculate. I also took pride when I was included in the deep cleaning day when everyone was assigned chores. I was proud to be washing the baseboards and being included because I knew then that I was really part of Anne's family. I also went to church with your family often. It was too painful to go to First Pres. I tried to go on my own, but rarely stayed because I would start to cry. I was able to go to church with your family. We would kneel together. I can't tell you how much this meant to me to be taken in and loved and included. I will never forget being included for a meal around the breakfast table and Mrs. Newlin said that I was always welcome there... This was after my parents were killed. There was a loving feeling there with my family which I will always be grateful for.
53: I always marveled as to how your Nana would juggle all her responsibilities and still have time to constantly have a book in hand when she was relaxing. I loved the way she would read to Susan and Katie Winnie the Pooh stories before bedtime. I had a great mom, but she never read me stories like that. I would retreat to Anne's house after my parents deaths because the woman who was acting as my "substitute parent" was abusing me. I had to leave Columbus for this reason. I found a school to go to through the Episcopal church connection. I thank God and the Newlins for that. I just want you to know that I really do owe my life to your family. I cherish all of you for sure.
54: Growing Up submitted by Dotty Jo Crum Our childhood home was a 2 story colonial with 2.5 acres of apple orchard. As children we were unaware of how the great depression affected the family-my parents did not share their anxiety with us. We called our grandparents “Grandma” and “Grandpa”. It is difficult to remember Joy as a baby as I was 5 when she was born, we only became close as adults. Mame and I teased her as older children will do. Murray Foster and I shut her in the chicken coop on a summer day (no harm done).
55: We went to our cottage on Stag Island every summer- It was in Canada so we had to go through customs. When Joy was 3, the customs man asked her where she was born- to which she replied “in my mother's bed”. My Father went back to the Ford garage each evening until 10pm (he had to teach people how to drive when he sold them a car as it was almost 100 years ago) On most evenings, Mother would make fudge or popcorn balls for snacks, and then she would read to us (Mame and me under each arm and Joy on her lap), a wonderful memory. Joy disliked Math. When she was in college, she was taking elementary education, Mother and Daddy went up to a football game and Mother spent the entire game teaching Joy her multiplication tables, once again.
56: Larry and I met Joy and Bob for many great weekends together- family shopping for Christmas in Cincinnati and football games at Ohio State (where Bob cart wheeled down the hotel hallways). We visited them when they were in Princeton, NJ when Anne was about 2 years old. She would wake us up each morning calling “Lar-Lar” (she loved him!)
59: The Cannibal King submitted by Meredith Newlin | The Cannibal King with the big nose ring Fell in love with the dusky maid And every night by the pale moonlight It sounded like this to me… Arump, arumph (smooch, smack) arump, arumph, arump, arumph
60: Loving Advice submitted by Julie Martin I remember hearing about the time she drove from Columbus to our house in Park Forest, Illinois in a Volkswagen Beetle with the kids and she had a bee in her girdle. I don't remember the details, but I'm sure there was a lot of laughter (and pain) involved!! On a more serious note, Aunt Joy was wonderful to me when I was growing up. I went through some difficult times, as kids do, and she always welcomed me into her family and treated me like one of her own. Without knowing it, or maybe she did, she taught me many valuable lessons about love, marriage, and family. I wanted to be like Aunt Joy when I grew up, and I like to think there is at least a little bit of her in me! It's funny the things you remember...like the way she used to rub her eyes after taking her contacts out; or the way she and Uncle Bob used to read in bed; or the way she throws her head back and opens her mouth wide when she laughs (I do the same thing!). The first time I ever had veal parmesan was at Aunt Joy's, and I have been a sucker for veal parmesan ever since!! She is a wonderful cook, and I ate her out of house and home when I visited. I remember eating 7 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches one day because she had grape jelly, which was a flavor we didn't have at home, and she never said a word! And then there's Grandview Lake...what can I say? Aunt Joy sure knew how to have fun! Hmmmmmm, I seem to remember something about Aunt Joy and grog on a friend's pontoon boat? Funny, I often think about her and Uncle Bob as Tom and I are sipping margaritas on the roof of our pontoon boat. :) In my mind, Aunt Joy is the grease that kept the family wheel turning smoothly. She kept a beautiful house, provided wonderful food, planned, organized, chauffeured, etc., all while taking care of Uncle Bob, 4 kids, and at least a dog or two!! The thing that amazes me is that she made it look so easy! I can't say enough about what she has done for me or the positive influence she has had. I love her very much and look forward to many more good times!
65: Christmas Eve Oyster Stew / Snow's clam chowder Salad Crusty Bread Angel Food Cake Christmas Dinner Roast Beef/Yorkshire pudding Mashed potato/cheese casserole Broiled tomatoes Cranberry pudding with butter sauce St. Patrick's Day Corned beef and cabbage Boiled potatoes and carrots Turnips | Easter Dinner Lamb with mint jelly Baby red potatoes with the skin peeled off around the middle and parsley Asparagus Apricot salad Bunny cakes Fourth of July Hamburgers & hot dogs Potato salad Watermelon Texas sheet cake Halloween Chili and cornbread Candy for dessert | Traditions Every great family has great food to help sew old and new memories; timeless reminders that as much as things may change from year to year, there are still some things that remain unchangeable. And now, a generation of grandchildren are undoubtedly picking up the same menus as they start their own families. | Holiday Menus | Some other notes that were shared: A recent tradition since moving to Alabama, it wasn't uncommon to have a gumbo and cornbread meal during a visit. Sugar cookies were customary when visitors arrived