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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

WANDERING THROUGH WHAT’S LEFT OF MY MIND, PART 1


(Reworked from some 2012 posts.)

How many of you can say your grandmother once posed nude for a calendar? Let’s see a show of hands.  Just as I thought; nobody but me!  Picture this:  Russia.  Around 1900.  Poor but beautiful young girl with blond, wavy hair down to her waist.  A photographer comes to her village & wants to put Bubby (Yiddish for grandmother, but she was “Bella”, not “Bubby”, at the time) on a calendar he was shooting.  She’s embarrassed but her family needs the money, so she agrees.  She is nude, but you can’t see anything.   Her hair is artistically draped over the “good” parts.  She was ashamed because this sort of thing wasn’t done by nice young ladies in those days, so she never kept a copy.  HOW I WISH I COULD HAVE SEEN IT!!

When our oldest son, Matt, was first married he was the Assistant Travel Director for the San Francisco Giants baseball team.  He had to go to all the games, both home & away, & his new bride missed him when he was on a road trip.  His mind works like mine (I’m sorry, Matt) & he came up with a solution.  They should get a large dog, like a boxer.  He figured that the dog could lay on the couch & sleep, snore & drool--with one paw on the remote.  That way, she’d never know he was gone!!




Speaking of grandparents (well, I was, earlier) my father-in-law used to be the leader of the house orchestra at the Saltair Hotel in Salt Lake City.  The hotel had a publicity photo made with his picture (handsome devil that he was, in his tux) & the words, “Ladies!!  Get a free autographed picture of Phil Fischer!!”  Matt, who was about 10 or 12, was visiting his grandfather with a friend.  Phil showed the boys the picture & they said, “Big deal!  A free picture of Grandpa Phil!!”  He smiled his devilish smile & said, “I wasn’t always Grandpa Phil!!”  He was quite the dude. He liked to wear a grey pinstripe suit, white shirt with French cuffs, a silk tie--& RED socks.


This is Phil (second from left) at age 17 or 18.
It was his orchestra--he was the leader!!


My father-in-law normally parked in his driveway, but he got a ticket--twice--for parking in front of his house during street cleaning time, directly under the warning sign.  He posted a sign of his own on top of the city’s warning.  It read, “Don’t park here, Stupid!”
                     
I can’t leave out my mother-in-law, Audrey.  She was brilliant.  She graduated high school at 15, went to college & law school--& had to wait to take the bar exam because she wasn’t yet 21.  There weren’t very many openings for female attorneys in those days, so she decided to take the civil service exam so she could get a job as a court clerk.  The exam consisted of many, many questions—most of them having no bearing on her prospective job.  She was not prone to sarcasm, but I guess she had had enough when she got to the question: “If the distance from the earth to the moon is approximately 1,256,640,000 feet & a ball of string has 750 feet of string, how many balls of string would it take to reach from the earth to the moon?”  Her answer was “Balls & balls & balls--& that goes for the rest of your damn questions, too!!”  I guess she was right.  She got the job which she kept for the rest of her working life.
Audrey, about age 20:



Bud was in the Army & stationed at Fort Ord when we were first married.  I worked as a dental assistant on the post.  My boss was Dr. Joe Stewart, who was from Anniston, Alabama.  Languages & accents are fun for me.  I tend to “parrot” them without realizing it.  Bud told me that I was beginning to speak with a southern accent.    I told Dr. Stewart what Bud had said & he responded, “So what?  Why’s he complainin’?  Y’all talkin’ right fo’ the first time in yo’ life!”

A little more on Dr. Stewart: He used to do dental work under general anesthesia on Wednesday mornings.  One day he asked me if I’d like to watch.  I told him I would.  I got scrubbed & gowned, went in & stood a few feet from the table as he started to work.  He told me I couldn’t see well enough from there & that I should move closer.  I did.  He said that I still wasn’t close enough.  I moved again.  Not close enough. I moved again & by this time I was right next to the patient’s head. Dr. Stewart said that if I was going to stand that close I might as well help & slapped a suction hose into my hand.  I assisted him in surgery from that Wednesday on.

I wasn’t planning on writing this much about Dr. Stewart, but I just remembered this:  Almost all of our patients were children.  Their parents could be with them while we worked if they wanted.  When he was about to start, he would usually say, “Open your mouth & let’s take a peek.” Usually.  One time, however, with the mother there, he slipped.  What came out was, “Open your mouth & let’s take a leak.”  It broke the two of us up—mommy didn’t hear it. 













To hear Carol read the first chapter of her new book, 
The Silent Children, click here.
It will be released December 7.



Y’all come back now, heah?----fishducky

 


22 comments:

  1. Not in the slightest bit surprised to learn that your family (blood and acquired) are awesome.

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  2. Hard to figure where you get your sense if humor.

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  3. The title made me think this would be a short post.
    Lisa

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    1. Rule #1 for commenting:
      You must not be funnier than the blogger!!

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  4. Loved Matt's replacement. Yes, he is your son. Have you tried to Google your grandmother's nude calendar? I just did but was scared to open the links.

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    1. I'm 83, so the calendar was done over 100 years ago. I'm sure it can't be found!!

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  5. My brain appears to be MIA today, I'm not sure I've assimilated the above information. I may have to read it again tomorrow.

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  6. Dear Fishducky, so what I've always suspected is proven true today. That is, that not only have you led an interesting and exciting life but so have all your relatives and ancestors! Peace.

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  7. My Norwegian Nana probably did not pose nude for a calendar, nor did Grandma Goltz before she was the sweet, old lady who stroked my hair. I like to wear red socks and shirts with French cuffs. Phil sounds pretty cool.

    Love,
    Janie

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  8. When you paid $3.50 for your sense of humor at the Goodwill Store, I hope you asked for a senior discount. I always do.

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  9. Just when I was impressed with one family member's accomplishments, I read about the next one, and got impressed all over again!

    Don't hold it against me, but as I was reading about your grandmother posing nude for the calendar, I could see that couch picture below, but not the details. I was quite surprised to glance down, expecting to find the tastefully draped picture of your nude grandmother, and SAW THAT BIG DOG!

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    1. I'm sure there was very little resemblance between my grandmother & that dog!!

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  10. Very interesting family you have Fran, shaking your family tree has resulted in some really impressive ancestors.

    Dr. Stewart sounds like a guy I would have liked also.

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    1. My family tree may have been shaken TOO hard!!

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