These are the memories of my Father and his siblings, recorded over several years. When my Uncle Dan passed away, I realized that I had better get started recording the memories of Dan’s siblings before they were also gone. I was able to have two recording sessions with my Father, Lad in California; two with Uncle Ced in New Hampshire, a three-day cruise in our boat with Aunt Biss; one session with Uncle Dave in Stratford, CT and one hand-written session (I forgot my tape recorder going up to the Island in New Hampshire, where Uncle Dick lived) with Uncle Dick. I transcribed them once exactly as they were spoken, again removing the ums, ahs, half sentences started over, etc. I then produced a final copy that was easier to read, but it still needs work getting the chronological order correct. Memories are not recorded with a date stamp. I created 75 binders for family members which include all three translations, pages and pages of photos and memorabilia and the actual recording. Now family members can actually heat their ancestors speaking. It was my first project with all the material my Father saved for me and a true Labor of Love. I hope you enjoy these memories of A Slice of Life at a different time and place.
Back row: Grandpa and Lad,
Middle Row: Dick, Ced, (cousin) Dorothy Peabody;
Front row: Don Stanley, Dave, Biss and Gwen Stanley.
DICK – Ced was a thorn in my side; he kept trying to make me a more refined person.
Once, Ced spent his hard earned money to buy me a Tinker Toy truck.
DAVE – How did I get along with my siblings, aside from Dick? That aside is because Dick used to push my buttons and get me going, on purpose. Although I have to say, he did me a big favor, because I have since learned to laugh at myself, to let things – as people say – roll off my back, and Dick would turn over in his grave if he knew this, but he was the one who set me on that path. By the time I was eight or ten, Al, Lad, what ever ….. by the way, if I had been nicknamed Lad, I would have put an end to it immediately. But anyway, Al and Dan were already in the CCC camps, and I just didn’t have much of a relationship because of the distance in years
We had a dog, which came from Rusty, named Mack. Mack was named after the Mackenzie River up in Alaska. Rusty is a whole other story. My main remembrance of Mack was one day, we were out playing in the yard and I had a stick. I held it up in the air for him to go get it and he jammed his fang into my nail, and it HURT.
I remember doing something to my sister one day and she threatened me with something and I said, “You can’t catch me” and took off and ran out into the yard. I was making pretty good headway but she eventually caught up to me. I don’t remember what she did to me, but I just remember that I got caught
My Mother and Father used to enjoy having parties and, when they got to know Rusty, he was always welcomed at their parties because he was a lot of fun. Invariably, now this was when I was very small, he would take me into the other room and show me a nickel. Now, a nickel in those days was probably like two dollars today. He’d say, “Now, if you go into the other room and say what I tell you to say, I will give you this nickel.” Then he would tell me what to say and I would walk into the room and stand in the middle of all the crowd, and I wouldd say, “Daddy’s car is a piece of junk!” Then I would get my nickel – and Daddy’s car was a piece of junk.
We had a Dodge Coupe, it had for a heater a little opening that had a cover on it. When you removed the cover, the heat from the exhaust pipe would come up and heat you – yeah, some heat. It had a space, probably a foot wide, that ran behind the front seat, and whenever we went someplace, that was my spot. Of course, today, you would get thrown in jail, not just arrested, but thrown in jail for having a kid riding up there, with no seatbelt on.
Tomorrow and for the rest of the week, more Childhood Memories of Trumbull,.