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My great grandparents.
I don't know when this photo was taken. I found it today a copy of an old beat up picture full of scratches and blemishes. I know that my great grandfather (Harvey) was a farmer. In fact I am sitting on a small parcel of his land as I type this. I know that my great grandmother used to work in a violin string factory down the street. It has since been converted into a house, but for a long time you knew which presents were from her because they would always be in a viola or violin string box. I know that they were very in love their entire lives. they were a quirky couple. they both LOVED Halloween. They bickered in German. They told me stories about the gypsies. My great grandfather would say the word like that in italics, in a stage whisper. My great grandmother would order every gadget that you have ever seen on TV. and then she would use it forever. she has an exercise machine from the 60's. the twister or something like that. you melt away the pounds by doing the twist on a sit-and-spin-type contraption. Until recently, she would have happily demonstrated how it worked when you came over too.
I always think about them at Halloween. Being younger, whining how long it took to get to the end of their mile-long drive way what precious trick-or-treat time we were missing. but it was worth it. They had to give a tour of the house. Show you all of the new Halloween things that they had that year. anamatronics were my great grandmother's favorite, interesting masks and gloves that smoked or made noise were my great grandfather's. They would give you candy and tart green apples.
raspberry jam, dried chinese lantern flowers, chasing geese with her apron, telling us to not be afraid of that old tom turkey that he was a *insert german phrase that I can't recall*, her cage of canaries, the way he would weed the fields by hand every summer, and his laugh...
just me remembering things. not very interesting.
I don't know when this photo was taken. I found it today a copy of an old beat up picture full of scratches and blemishes. I know that my great grandfather (Harvey) was a farmer. In fact I am sitting on a small parcel of his land as I type this. I know that my great grandmother used to work in a violin string factory down the street. It has since been converted into a house, but for a long time you knew which presents were from her because they would always be in a viola or violin string box. I know that they were very in love their entire lives. they were a quirky couple. they both LOVED Halloween. They bickered in German. They told me stories about the gypsies. My great grandfather would say the word like that in italics, in a stage whisper. My great grandmother would order every gadget that you have ever seen on TV. and then she would use it forever. she has an exercise machine from the 60's. the twister or something like that. you melt away the pounds by doing the twist on a sit-and-spin-type contraption. Until recently, she would have happily demonstrated how it worked when you came over too.
I always think about them at Halloween. Being younger, whining how long it took to get to the end of their mile-long drive way what precious trick-or-treat time we were missing. but it was worth it. They had to give a tour of the house. Show you all of the new Halloween things that they had that year. anamatronics were my great grandmother's favorite, interesting masks and gloves that smoked or made noise were my great grandfather's. They would give you candy and tart green apples.
raspberry jam, dried chinese lantern flowers, chasing geese with her apron, telling us to not be afraid of that old tom turkey that he was a *insert german phrase that I can't recall*, her cage of canaries, the way he would weed the fields by hand every summer, and his laugh...
just me remembering things. not very interesting.