AUNT TODDY AND UNCLE BILL
Daddy’s sister, whom we called “Aunt Toddy,” and her
husband, Uncle Bill, were our favorites. They would come to the house
a few times during the week, and on weekends they would take us for a ride up
to the mountains for a swim and picnic, also sometimes take us out for a pizza
or a milkshake. This was great because until 1961 we had no car, but I'll get
into that more later.
Aunt Toddy and Uncle Bill would come often for dinner on
Sundays, as well as for Thanksgiving or Easter. We loved them both. When I
married my husband, and we moved next door to them, my son and daughter got to
know and love them as I did. We still talk fondly of them with their son,
Norman. We have many great memories.
Aunt Toddy would tell us stories about going to dances and about the girl who wanted to borrow her
gloves. This was a girl from, as they say, the other side of the tracks, and
Grandma said to Aunt Toddy, “If she wears your gloves, people will talk about
you, too.”
Sometimes, we would
go to Aunt Toddy for lunch. It was always baloney sandwiches and chocolate
milk. Aunt Toddy would be there if we didn't feel well. In that case, she would
make us soup, tea, or anything we wanted. She was comforting, just like
Grandma. She made you feel good.
Uncle Bill worked on the wrecker and at times would be gone
for days. Many townsmen were on the crew, and they would talk about the
overtime they would get.
UNCLE WES
Daddy had a brother, Uncle Wes, who had two older daughters,
and once or twice a year, he would bring us boxes of hand-me-downs. We were
excited to go through these boxes, grabbing what we wanted. Uncle Wes worked on
the railroad, down the hill from our house, with Dad, as did his brothers:
Dori, Ed, and Uncle Bill. Many of the townsmen did also. The town fire horn
went off Monday through Friday at 4 p.m., letting everyone know they were
coming home as well as any time there was a big wreck.
Grandma Blake told
us that when we were babies, the family
rooster would sit next to the stroller, and no one could even get next to
that stroller. Uncle Wes would come up at lunchtime to see Grandma and to try
to take a peek in the carriage. No way! He was chased off by the rooster.
COUSINS
On a trip to
Newburgh shopping one day, with Aunt Ruth and our cousin Susan, we all drank
from a public water fountain. Susan ended
up with polio and was sick for a long while.
We had another
cousin, Skipper, a lovely boy. Grandma Blake
loved him a lot. One Saturday, as she always did, she went up to Aunt Toddy’s
for the day. I went in the afternoon, and around 5 p.m., Skipper came to
show Grandma his new car, a red and white Plymouth. He had just gotten his
license and was so proud. He gave us a ride home. Early the next morning,
someone came to tell Grandma and us Skipper had been killed the night before
in a bad wreck. Skipper and another boy had been drag racing, and
Skipper hit a tree. He and his passenger were killed.
Grandma screamed,
"Oh, Lord! Not Skipper." We had never seen
her cry before. I believe that shattered her to the core. Skipper had been so
excited and full of life and so happy with his new car and his license. The
only thing we were thankful for was that Skipper and Norman, Aunt Toddy’s son
and Skipper’s cousin and best friend, were not together in the car, as they
almost always were. I don't think Grandma would have gotten over losing both
Skipper and Norman.
The day of the
funeral, we had no school because everyone went. It was so sad, with many
tears.
Skipper was one of
our many cousins. There was also Norman, older than
us and so handsome that he really didn't pay much attention to us. Aunt Madie,
one of Dad’s sisters, had three boys: Dale, Craig, and Terry; they lived in
Grahamville and didn't come down much, except for Christmas and Grandma's
birthday. Uncle Wes had two girls, Pat and Cheree, and they were the ones we
got hand-me-downs from. Mommy only had one nephew, from her sister, Aunt Jo,
and Uncle Connie. This was Conrad, Grandma Inky's golden boy; he and
Doreen got along great, and she would spend the summer out at their summer home
in South Beach, Long Island, with Grandma Inky. Uncle Connie and Aunt Jo would
stay in the city where they worked, and come to Long Island on weekends.
Conrad was a
lady-killer, and he knew it. Doreen loved those summers.
When Conrad joined the Navy, Doreen went with Aunt Jo and Uncle Connie to
Chicago to his graduation.
I guess it was because Dad married late in his 30s and had
his first child when he was almost 40, that all of our cousins were much
older than we, and some even had their own children. One example of this is
our cousins Pam and Corrine and their brother, Skipper. Their mother was
our cousin, but it was that threesome who were our age.
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