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Grandad whispering “I love yo…
Grandad whispering “I love you very much” to Grandma Elizabeth on her mic for her hearing
My Grandad Ernie was my longest living grandparent by far, so I got to spend the most time with him. I have a lot of fond memories mostly of visiting him and Grandma Verena in Winthrop. My siblings and I often went to Winthrop for a week when my parents were in a Bible training in California. One time when we were pretty young we flew out there by ourselves. I think we were a bit nervous, but Grandad was right there with his big, old video camera welcoming us outside the airplane door. (This was back before 9/11 when people could meet you at the gate.) I remember him taking us fishing in Wolf Creek behind his house, going on walks through the woods, treating us to great food at all the local restaurants, taking us on a sleigh ride with Clydesdale horses at Sun Mountain, going to church with him, going to my first fondue party with them (although they served us kids cheese pizza instead of the fondue), telling stories with Grandma by the fire place, playing board games with us, taking us to classical, folk, and jazz concerts and story-telling festivals, roasting chestnuts on the fire and burning my fingers trying to get the nut out, going to his classical guitar lessons and hearing him practice at home, going to bed at the usual time on new year's eve 1999 with no concern for y2k, sledding down his amazing driveway on his fun collection of sleds, chopping wood with him, swinging on the big rope swing he built for us, watching wildlife outside the dining room window, yelling at deer who were eating grandma's roses, getting his gun down when we heard there was a mountain lion around killing pets, rescuing Willie and sending us inside the house when I dropped Willie's leash and he chased a black bear up a tree, taking us to art galleries to admire the works of local artists, his soft voice and hearty laugh. Whenever I was with Grandad I felt special and fancy. He served us our dinner on plates, ladies first. If we wanted seconds he went to the kitchen and served us again. He sliced fresh bakery bread for us. Peanut butter and jelly on a hazelnut baguette was a good dessert for him. But he also took care of grandma's chocolate cake sweet tooth. He specially and sweetly took care of grandma when her health declined.
At the rehearsal dinner of my wedding he surprised me by reading a poem I had written in elementary school. He was always proud of his grandchildren's academic, athletic, and other achievements. I remember one of my old teachers lived in the same building as him in Evanston, and when she told him how my siblings and I were great students he said it made his day and he was so proud.
We were all surprised and happy when he found Elizabeth and married her. He picked up new hobbies like drawing and painting, and I think he even admitted he liked rhubarb after eating grandma Elizabeth's pies. He loved his ever-expanding family, and we had a wonderful reunion in Wisconsin in 2015. I am so happy that we all got to see and hear him one last time together on zoom in December. We love and miss him.
Last time with Grandad in per…
2020, Old Orchard Mall, Skokie, IL
Last time with Grandad in person - eating dessert together at the corner bakery
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