I was organizing photos and letters last night. My mother passed down her terrible sentimental habits on to me. Though sometimes I am glad to find little letters. There was a little letter that a boy wrote to me at camp about how he liked me more than friends liked each other. It was really sweet. His name was Chuck, I have no memory of this boy but apparently at the camp fair I also said that I liked him more that I liked a friend.
I found a resume of my grandfathers. It was before he had children. He was a seriously amazing guy. I knew him when he was quite old so I never really got to talk to him much, though I wish that I could have. I would love to update a resume and include something about "my wanderings", clearly his resume worked? He always had a job.
Also there was an old photo album as well. So I scanned two pictures. I love his handwriting. It seems like he labeled pictures with a lot of inside jokes and reminders.
My grandfather is the one on the right, with the moustache and has the nickname MooMoo apparently. I think that he was pretty handsome! He spoke over 8 languages fluently at the end of his life. He was the Dean of an art school and the Director of Education at a museum in NY too. Its really funny what you remember as a child. I knew that he smelled like Brie cheese and grapes and remember his collection of fedoras. He even had a Rhinocerous foot trash can. My mother told me years later that at mealtimes he would announce with this comedic tone "NEVER FEED ANIMALS UNDER THE TABLE" and shake some piece of food up in the air and then swoop his arm down and feed one of the several animals waiting at his feet. Even though he was in his 90s when I knew him he was still quite lucid. He filled my mind with insane stories about his travels. I am not even sure which ones were real. He would give me ridiculous answers to questions, that now make no sense. My father, sort of did the same thing. I was entirely convinced that he invented the word boom box until I got to high school.
I found a resume of my grandfathers. It was before he had children. He was a seriously amazing guy. I knew him when he was quite old so I never really got to talk to him much, though I wish that I could have. I would love to update a resume and include something about "my wanderings", clearly his resume worked? He always had a job.
Also there was an old photo album as well. So I scanned two pictures. I love his handwriting. It seems like he labeled pictures with a lot of inside jokes and reminders.
My grandfather is the one on the right, with the moustache and has the nickname MooMoo apparently. I think that he was pretty handsome! He spoke over 8 languages fluently at the end of his life. He was the Dean of an art school and the Director of Education at a museum in NY too. Its really funny what you remember as a child. I knew that he smelled like Brie cheese and grapes and remember his collection of fedoras. He even had a Rhinocerous foot trash can. My mother told me years later that at mealtimes he would announce with this comedic tone "NEVER FEED ANIMALS UNDER THE TABLE" and shake some piece of food up in the air and then swoop his arm down and feed one of the several animals waiting at his feet. Even though he was in his 90s when I knew him he was still quite lucid. He filled my mind with insane stories about his travels. I am not even sure which ones were real. He would give me ridiculous answers to questions, that now make no sense. My father, sort of did the same thing. I was entirely convinced that he invented the word boom box until I got to high school.
wow. so cool. and he was a looker! adventuring all over the world runs in the family...
Posted by: alita | 04/06/2009 at 09:55 AM
oh, those are treasures. oddly enough, i had a grandmother MooMoo. she was famous for her many many visible moles, and a chihuahua who bit little girls' chins.
Posted by: elle | 04/06/2009 at 12:08 PM
so cool to have!
Posted by: jill | 04/06/2009 at 04:05 PM