3 passed B4 I was born and the 4th when I was about 7, do remember him, but alas, nothing was passed, except when I made bird houses out of wooden peach boxes, I’d take them into town and he would drill a hole for the wrens to enter them… (size of a quarter, that I remember)
I was inspired by my maternal grandfather, who was quite inventive for taking care of needs. I remember (this was pre-1960) how he had a rubber strip hanging in his garage – when pulling in he knew to stop when it touched the windshield. A special memory is from when we would vacation at a “fishing camp” on the St. John’s River in Florida (Ormonds Jungle Den). My family and my Mother’s family (her parents, her two sisters and families) would have cabins. We had a mischevous Boston Terrier who would push open the screen door and get out unless it was latched. However, if it was latched from the inside nobody could get in unless someone unlatched it. And what do you do if you are the last person to leave? Well, my grandfather got another “hook and eye” latch and put it on the outside of the door, with a string going over to top of the door to the inside “hook”. That way if you needed to go in or out and the other side was latched you would just pull on the string, and fasten the latch on whichever side of the door you ended up on. Problem solved!
Well, I didn’t learn it from him as I didn’t learn about it until well after he passed away, but my dad accompanied his father on a few trips in a boat across the St Clair River smuggling cases of Crown Royal into Detroit for one specific bar; circa 1950. I didn’t learn about this until the bar had closed but any of the Martin family could drink for free at the bar. Sadly I didn’t know this until after the bar had closed.
Sadly, all my grandparents were gone by the time I was 8. But my parents gave me lessons on what was taught to them by my grandparents.
3 passed B4 I was born and the 4th when I was about 7, do remember him, but alas, nothing was passed, except when I made bird houses out of wooden peach boxes, I’d take them into town and he would drill a hole for the wrens to enter them… (size of a quarter, that I remember)
I learned the lyrics to a lot of Al Jolson songs, and yes I still use them today, to the chagrin of anyone who’s in the vicinity.
I was inspired by my maternal grandfather, who was quite inventive for taking care of needs. I remember (this was pre-1960) how he had a rubber strip hanging in his garage – when pulling in he knew to stop when it touched the windshield. A special memory is from when we would vacation at a “fishing camp” on the St. John’s River in Florida (Ormonds Jungle Den). My family and my Mother’s family (her parents, her two sisters and families) would have cabins. We had a mischevous Boston Terrier who would push open the screen door and get out unless it was latched. However, if it was latched from the inside nobody could get in unless someone unlatched it. And what do you do if you are the last person to leave? Well, my grandfather got another “hook and eye” latch and put it on the outside of the door, with a string going over to top of the door to the inside “hook”. That way if you needed to go in or out and the other side was latched you would just pull on the string, and fasten the latch on whichever side of the door you ended up on. Problem solved!
Well, I didn’t learn it from him as I didn’t learn about it until well after he passed away, but my dad accompanied his father on a few trips in a boat across the St Clair River smuggling cases of Crown Royal into Detroit for one specific bar; circa 1950. I didn’t learn about this until the bar had closed but any of the Martin family could drink for free at the bar. Sadly I didn’t know this until after the bar had closed.