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just jacking with you carol since i know the legend of wilt and you said "met" which was funny. i like how you said very interesting even though he was a celeb LOL.
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Kevin and Lobstergirl - I will be so very careful with my quotes in the future! When I reread, I thought the same thing!! Oh, "meeting" Wilt has me so confused....see how interesting he was?
Amelia wrote: "In real life, or in my head?"Both?
Hmmm, the first person that comes to mind is my 8th grade Social Studies teacher Mrs. Dimoff. I went to D.C. with her after graduation. We only had one day to devote to Smithsonian viewing, so we had to choose one and go with it. The entire gaggle went to the Aerospace museum and I went with her to the Natural History museum. What an amazing day and what a great lady! She was smart, kind, patient, to my 13 year old self she seemed to know EVERYTHING! That is still one of the best days in my memory.
I hope we weren't supposed to name drop, I've never met any famous people. I'm a bit lackadaisical and never notice things like that until someone says and they're already gone.
I hope we weren't supposed to name drop, I've never met any famous people. I'm a bit lackadaisical and never notice things like that until someone says and they're already gone.
Oh, and I had this client (she died recently), she was AMAZING. She used to call and talk to me for hours, I think just because she was bored. But, she led a pretty fascinating life. She was French and had been a ballerina until she met and married her dignitary husband and moved around, then ended up in D.C. One day he decided he didn't want to be married anymore and just up and left. Well, she wasn't interested in being alone, but REFUSED to ever marry again. So, she shacked up with this lovely old guy until the day he died. She did get really irritated when stupid Americans couldn't understand her due to her accent. *snickers* I miss her.
Amelia, that's exactly the kinds of posts I want in this thread. :) Your teacher and client DO seem interesting. name-dropping or not - doesn't matter
my son met on different occassions bill cosby and robin williams while bicycling in golden gate park.
I had a hospice client about ten years ago in a small town near Ames. She grew up in Austria, and had been widowed twice.I was reading a short story one day about loading cattle on to a train and she said, "That's what the Nazis did to me." I said, "WHAT?" Theresia told me about watching her (Catholic) husband loaded on to the train with the other men. Two weeks later, the train came back and she and her infant son were loaded on. They spent two years in a concentration camp. She had, at the point of my visit, never told her children about the holocaust. Her oldest son did not have memories of the camp.
Before she died, she told her children what she remembered. She told me she had never loved anyone as much as her first husband, who died in one of the camps. Her second husband was abusive to her. She told me she forgave the Nazis.
Rest in peace, dear Theresia.
Wow. Just...wow. That generation, Great Depression/WW1/WW2 generation are so amazing. Both here and in England I just loved being around them.
My gran used to tell me stories about picking the dandelions from the yard so her mom could make soup because that was all the food they had. About her father laying in hospital during WW1 having been mustard gassed, dying. And, her mother contracting TB sitting up at the hospital with papou. So, she and her siblings were initially sent to family in NY, cousins or something. She said they tried to make her marry some old Greek guy, but she wouldn't. Before long they sent her and her sisters to the VFW home in Michigan and just kept my great uncle George with them.
When WWII started, gran left the home the minute she graduated, hopped on a bus and headed to California all on her own. She wanted to "do her part for the war effort" and Cali is where the ship yards were.
Before she died, Gran's two sisters came to Oregon to visit. I remember sitting out on the porch while my two aunts chain smoked and they told story after story after story, howling with laughter and shedding a few tears. It was just me and the three of them, none of my siblings or cousins. I count myself very lucky to have been the one that got to have that experience.
My grandfather was never so forthcoming. He was a paratrooper in the Pacific Theatre during WWII and fought in the Korean War. But, for the men, you just didn't talk about it...ever. We did learn at a very early age, however, never to touch him if he fell asleep in his chair. You could yell at him, kick the back of the chair, even throw something at him to wake him up, but you NEVER got too close to the chair. If he felt anyone near him he always woke up swinging...years of sleeping in trenches with Japanese soldiers creeping up on you. *shudders* He was a kind, quiet man, small but brilliantly strong.
My gran used to tell me stories about picking the dandelions from the yard so her mom could make soup because that was all the food they had. About her father laying in hospital during WW1 having been mustard gassed, dying. And, her mother contracting TB sitting up at the hospital with papou. So, she and her siblings were initially sent to family in NY, cousins or something. She said they tried to make her marry some old Greek guy, but she wouldn't. Before long they sent her and her sisters to the VFW home in Michigan and just kept my great uncle George with them.
When WWII started, gran left the home the minute she graduated, hopped on a bus and headed to California all on her own. She wanted to "do her part for the war effort" and Cali is where the ship yards were.
Before she died, Gran's two sisters came to Oregon to visit. I remember sitting out on the porch while my two aunts chain smoked and they told story after story after story, howling with laughter and shedding a few tears. It was just me and the three of them, none of my siblings or cousins. I count myself very lucky to have been the one that got to have that experience.
My grandfather was never so forthcoming. He was a paratrooper in the Pacific Theatre during WWII and fought in the Korean War. But, for the men, you just didn't talk about it...ever. We did learn at a very early age, however, never to touch him if he fell asleep in his chair. You could yell at him, kick the back of the chair, even throw something at him to wake him up, but you NEVER got too close to the chair. If he felt anyone near him he always woke up swinging...years of sleeping in trenches with Japanese soldiers creeping up on you. *shudders* He was a kind, quiet man, small but brilliantly strong.
my grandmother who in the 1920's despite being a devout catholic filed for a legal separation from her abusive spouse and then withstood the condemnation of her parish priest. she pointed out the priest did not have to live with him.
Good on her! Brave lady. It's amazing the hardships that generation just put behind them and soldiered on.
My Maternal grandmother on the other hand...oy. The queen of all negative/nagging/martyrs in the history of negative/nagging/martyrs. I loved her, but geeze. She'd make a lottery winner want to step in front of a bus.
My Maternal grandmother on the other hand...oy. The queen of all negative/nagging/martyrs in the history of negative/nagging/martyrs. I loved her, but geeze. She'd make a lottery winner want to step in front of a bus.
Amelia and Cynthia, thank you both for those memories.
Thanks, Jammies. The only thing she ever asked me to do for her after she passed was go to the cemetery and say a prayer for her. When she was alive, she had taught me how to pray the rosary.So I call up the caretaker of the big Catholic cemetery and ask about finding Theresia. And he says to me, oh it's in the Northeast corner, there's a statue of Mary, you can't miss it. Ha. There are a stink of a lot of Mary statues in the Boone Catholic cemetery. I was pained to see that she's buried next to her 2nd husband, but she got my prayers, and a big piece of my heart.
My high-school creative writing teacher. He has lived a fascinating life and actually let me beta read his memoirs when I was in my senior year. He helped me with my own writing and we have remained friends to this day.Then there was the guy in downtown Portland dressed as a fox offering people free hugs....he was pretty interesting too....but far more creepy
Free hugs, as opposed to the ones he charges for?
My Great Aunt. The one I wish I would have appreciated and learned more from when I had the chance. My mom. She has some really great stories. Some are excruciating to hear because she did not have a great childhood. Very dark, actually. Which makes me more amazed at how loving and joyfull she is in life now.
A man named Mr. Gould that I met working at a retail picture framing shop years ago. He came in regularly and asked to only work with me and one other girl. He was the sweetest creature. He always brought in a large stack of Disney items, mostly cells and sketches. He was the Grand Master at Disney (Fl) and told me he was in the middle of creating a museum of sorts with the artwork he was framing. He had no relatives to leave any of it to and wanted to create a place where children could go and see his collection. He started to get quite ill and I didn't see him anymore. It broke my heart.
Me and Coop once ran into Eddie Money, who was nonchalantly bellied up to the bar at St. Andrew's Hall in Detroit at a Midnight Oil gig. Of course I was all over him with my questions and he graciously indulged all of them. The fact that he was three sheets to the wind may have had something to do with it.
my sister in law who has taken care of her learning disabled, gout ridden brother for the past 27 years...and took me in when I needed a place to live in the state of my birth.
Kyle ~Special K: Rebel Leader~ wrote: "My mom. She's tough, but fair. Supportive, loves unconditionally, brave, focused, funny, outgoing, a fearless traveller, and an outstanding teacher in more ways than I can count.She's also very..."
Wow! Nice, Kyle. Hope you've expressed this to your mom, she will love it.
Margot wrote: "my ex-husband"I think interesting can mean many things ;)
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