All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. ~Marcus Aurelius
I remember my Grandpa as a tall, lanky gentle man with large hands who made me feel safe. I knew for certain that all these were true, except possibly the part about him being tall because, of course, to a child all adults seems tall. So I phoned my dad to find out when my grandfather was born (1889) and how tall he was. My dad said that Grandpa was about 5'10, not what I would now consider tall as my own son towers over me at 6'4". But I did find out some other interesting facts that I didn't know previously.
I knew that my grandfather had worked for my grandmother's father's construction company. He was not only gentle, but shy. He did muster up the nerve to ask my Grandma out on a date. What I learned today was that the first time he kissed her, he did so through the screen door...and then ran. Maybe he had seen her sister, Myrtle, standing behind my grandmother. Aunt Myrtle, it seems, had a fairly good collection of jewelry which she had collected from men that she had dated (or so I was formerly told). In fact I have a ruby ring which was hers. What I learned today is that she was a bonified well-sought prostitute who at one juncture, worked out of a hotel on Broad Street in St. Louis. (Nothing like airing the family laundry online.) This fact was hard to align with my memory of Aunt Myrtle. Even as a child, I regarded my Aunt Myrtle as a shriveled up, chain-smoking haggard old woman (and need I say, a little scary?). Well, my husband has always bragged about the murderous train robbers on his side of the family so I guess that makes us about even.