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| 383.1 | My husband | WMOIS::B_REINKE | We won't play your silly game | Sun Sep 16 1990 18:56 | 21 |
| Right now I want to tell the world what a wonderful man I have married.
Without his support we'd have never bought our farm in the country
or tried to survive in an ecologically sound style for years. I still
recall when he had to haul wood to heat the house by sled or
carry buckets from the temporary outhouse when the septic field
froze.
He has been wonderful with helping our�children with their home
work and problems (as well as supporting my dream of a large
family by adoption)!
He is also my best friend and lover (blush) and some one who matters
terribly to me.
My reason for writing this right now, is that he is sick from
food poisoning and I've been thinking that I've not often said
what a wonderful man he is.
:-)
Bonnie
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| 383.2 | Hope he's OK real soon | GIDDAY::WALES | David from Down-under | Sun Sep 16 1990 19:41 | 7 |
| G'Day,
Are you sure you're not just feeling guilty about your cooking
Bonnie :-).
David.
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| 383.3 | Thankyou to .2 and the mail received | WMOIS::B_REINKE | We won't play your silly game | Sun Sep 16 1990 21:11 | 11 |
| David,
It was from a package of smoked salmon that a friend of ours gave
us. We'd had some for dinner last night, and it was really good so
she gave us some more.
The second package had turned.
Bonnie
p.s. Have you noticed that a =wn= photo albumn is finally in the works?
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| 383.4 | Hope to see it soon | GIDDAY::WALES | David from Down-under | Sun Sep 16 1990 21:54 | 19 |
| G'Day Bonnie,
Yes I did and I look forward to seeing it! I suppose it will take
a while to get all the photos together and to convince some people that
their photo should be in it.
When the album is ready I'll ensure that as many Aussie noters see
it while we have it. Unfortunately Dale Mynott became a victim of the
staff cutting measures so she is no longer with us but at least she
managed to visit the US and meet everybody in person. It seems that
these days all Australian =wn= members are male - a sad state of
affairs!
In keeping with the topic of this note I guess I should be praising
you and Lorna for putting up with my constant whinging to get the album
happening.
David.
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| 383.5 | | BIGRED::GALE | Ditto | Mon Sep 17 1990 00:28 | 24 |
| Praise...
... For a very best friend, who seems to ring my phone when I need her
most, who seems to know when I'm down, and seems to know just when to
say what. My life would not be the same without her, and I'm so glad
her path crossed mine, for it was her path that I took at times,
when mine was so screwed up, and the reason mine is so enriched.
... For my girls, who give me a reason to want to come home from work
everyday.
... For a certain male that crossed into my life, he is always there,
sometimes not as often as I'd like, but when its important, he seems to
know, and comes through for me. He was there to get me through a very
rough period in my life, and without that, I don't know where I'd be
today. He was the one that lent me money to get an apartment when my
marriage broke apart, and without that, I probably would have not found
such a nice place, and gotten the break I needed... for that, I will
always be eternally grateful, and I'm not sure I've ever told him
that.
... For my mother, who is always there, no matter what.
Gale
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| 383.6 | bragging on my wife is my best thing | CVG::THOMPSON | Aut vincere aut mori | Mon Sep 17 1990 01:45 | 43 |
| When I was young and unaware of how rare truly great people were
I put together a "shopping list" for what I wanted in a wife. She
was to be smarter then me (not as hard to do as I thought it was
when I was younger I admit), strong, independent and we had to share
the same religion. If she could cook so much the better but that wasn't
high on the list. At the time I was pretty sure I could find her but
less sure she would marry me.
Well at fate would have it I found such a woman and she fell in love
with me. (Some might say that disproves the smarter than me part. :-))
She is much more then I ever expected though. At times she's held full
time jobs. She's never had one where she didn't rise up in the place
with dizzying speed. Several times she's moved from part time help
to full time management with in a matter on months.
She's been the primary care giver for our son most of his 12 years.
She's done a remarkable job of teaching me to be a parent and teaching
our son quite a bit about life.
Right now she's working part time and going to school part time. She
hopes to get into a masters program in counseling next fall. In the
mean time she's gone almost 2 years without getting so much as a quiz
or a homework with less then an A on it. Quite amazing actually. She's
inspired me to return to graduate school though my grades can't quite
match hers. (Only a 3.85 so far.)
While this is going on she manages to find time to volunteer at our
son's school. Both as a aide and as coach of the cheerleaders. She
claims it makes her less obvious cheering for our son on the basketball
team but I know she really likes working with the girls. (I can call
them girls in junior high can't I?)
She also finished a training course today so that she can work as a
volunteer counselor for prisoners in the county jail. This program is
designed to help prisoners prepare for re-entry into the outside world.
She's my best friend, my support and the best thing that ever happened
to me. Obviously she is quite attractive and a great cook but it would
not matter if she wasn't because she's more then special enough
already.
Alfred
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| 383.7 | | LYRIC::BOBBITT | water, wind, and stone | Mon Sep 17 1990 09:54 | 17 |
| praise to those who have enriched my life the most:
My parents - particularly now that they're starting to really ENJOY
life!
My two best friends:
one - a woman - a former roommate from college, who is possibly a soul
twin of sorts (we seem so alike), and who consistently helps me figure
out my life even as I help make hers richer simultaneously.
one - a man - whom I've only known a few years but is consistently
warm, comforting, honest, supportive, and caring.
My mentors in writing - technically and poetically - who are helping my
hone my crafts and fine tune my skills, gently and supportively.
-Jody
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| 383.8 | | CSSE32::M_DAVIS | Marge Davis Hallyburton | Mon Sep 17 1990 13:09 | 14 |
| For my husband, John. John is my third and last husband. As my
brother, Bob, said to me in his indelicate fashion, "You should have
met him first." I concur.
My 4th decade has been one of fulfillment. John has been
extraordinarily supportive of me, of my decisions....even those he
would not have made for himself under any circumstances.
We are respectful of one another's privacy, so I won't go on... ;^)
grins,
Marge
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| 383.9 | | JJLIET::JUDY | the boomerang zone | Mon Sep 17 1990 15:43 | 36 |
|
My parents. I wasn't an easy child to deal with. I was
very selfish and independent. But they understood me and
loved me enough to give me the space that I needed while
still letting me know that they cared and worried about me.
They are always there to lend an ear when I need one. Thanks...
To my husband. One of the very few men I know that does not
have the word 'jealousy' in his vocabulary. At this point
in my life I would say that I have more close friends that
are male than female. When I call up and say so-and-so asked
me to meet him for a few drinks, Cary says go right ahead
and have a good time. My friends are very important to me
and I think that if he were to try to restrict my seeing them,
I'd have a hard time with the marriage. But I know I don't
have to worry about that. We are totally in love (and still
newlyweds) but don't smother. I thank him for that.
For my two best girlfriends. One from HS who was my maid of
honor and who I will be standing up for in her wedding. And
the friend that I 'hang out' with most now. They both know
me inside and out and vice versa. I know they'll be there if
I need them.
And for one special male friend of mine. We've been friends
for many years and although he fell into a rut a few years
back and was pretending to be someone he wasn't; I stood by
him and was convinced that he's snap out of it. He has and
we're closer now than ever. We don't really share a lot of
secrets or tell each other our innermost feelings but we just
are able to have a good time together, chide each other mercilessly
without feelings getting hurt and both know that if we needed
someone to talk to, the other would be there.
JJ
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| 383.10 | My parents...Mother especially! | MELIUM::MAHONEY | | Thu Sep 20 1990 16:00 | 23 |
| My parents.
Thinking as far back as I can go... I remember him riding his white
horse and picking me up in the air and sitting me in front and going
for a ride! I remember the patience Mother had with all of us, how well
she cooked our meals and how much she laughed with us, she had a very
good sense of humor and she would tell us all sorts of things that made
us laugh so hard that we cried!
she was there when we grew up and start dating... she was there when my
oldest sister got married... then my brother. She was there when
grandma fell and broke her hip. She took care of her for 10 years,
till she left to live with her widowed daughter... she was there when
my dad fell ill and nursed him to health...
she was there at my wedding... believe or not she was my MAID OD HONOR,
who else could fill the slot better than her?... she was there at every
one of my children's birth... at their First Communions... and only
death prevented her from attending my daughters' collega graduation.
She died at age 67, surrounded by all her children and husband, and as
a result of gall bladder surgery... Father was devastated, and still
is... he never recovered from her loss... and neither I, ever.
She was for me, the best role model. She is also for my kids...
she's been long gone (in body) but her spirit and her presence is
forever with each one of us.
God bless her!
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| 383.11 | My husband Steve | COMET::BOWERMAN | | Tue Sep 25 1990 12:12 | 31 |
| My husband:
Today I called him at work and he dropped everything to come and help
me fix my car(I had not even gotten to work yet.)When we relised it
would take more that filling up the radiator(He replaced both radiator
hoses saterday) We drove the car to a nearby friends house and I drove
him to work and he gave me his car to use. He will find a ride home
this evening then we will go to our friends house and replace the
heater hoses(thats where the new leak is).
Just before I left him he said "Thank you for making me feel needed"
I cant figure why this makes me feel better. Maybe Its because I feel
so ridicules when I have to mess with the engine of my car(I dont like
grease and not being able to put the pieces I want to work on in my
lap or table in front of me. I am a craft/needle work fend and I dont
mind fixing appliances as long as I have them on a table or shelf
where I can work comfortably.) Leaning across an engine and reaching
inside a dirty -anything- is not my idea of reasonable. I pay people
to do that kind of stuff. I will have to think of something
extraspecial to show him how much I do appriciate his skill and
expertise in fixing dirty complicated things.
He has many other attributes and virtues and I love all of them.
This one just happens to be the top on the list at this moment.
P.S. In the past We have fixed clean complicated things together. He
will ask me for advise or to hold something for him or read to him
while he works on our cars but I dont like doing more than checking
the oil or putting in the gas in the cars.
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| 383.12 | alexey borisevitch tatistcheff | AV8OR::TATISTCHEFF | becca says #1000001 is a keeper | Mon Oct 08 1990 20:45 | 65 |
| i seldom write about men here, because after all this is my womanspace.
but my grandfather killed himself today and i am sad.
he liked us to call him dadushka - russki for gramps. he left russia
just after it became the soviet union. he always said he left because
of the church, but i think it had a lot to do with the fact that none
of his family or friends were left after the revolution.
he went to paris, married and had a son (boris), then went to new york.
on ellis island he needed to take a ferry to the city and asked a man
how much. "a nickel" was the reply. grandfather's english was
excellent and he knew nickel was a kind of metal, not a number, so
after asking again and getting the same reply he pulled all his coins
out of his pocket and asked which one. the man took a 5 cent piece and
pushed him through a gate, muttering "goddam pollack". tatistcheff is
not a polish name: it is one of the oldest, most honorable names in all
of russia. tatistcheffs are direct descendants of rurik, founder of
russia, and made the romanovs look like upstarts. yet in america he
was a goddam pollack.
his wife died in new york so he went back to paris to find a wife and
mother for boris. he married a cousin, princess agrafena troubetzkoy,
six days after they met. she came with him to new york and had two
sons (peter and my father michael) and a daughter (marsha, named after
her youngest sister).
my grandparents were madly in love - the whole family said so and used
them as an example of what "true love" was all about. but they also
hated each others' guts and could not bear to be near each other for
too long. but divorce is not a part of their vocabulary.
tatistcheffs have spent the last several centuries in service to their
country, and my grandfather was no exception. grandfather spent his
life working for the us government in one way or another, most of which
we cannot know (cia was one job). when mccarthy came along with his
witch-hunts, the family left the country and stayed for two years in
burma.
some of his last jobs were in translation; he translated for the
apollo-soyuz project. he was a simultaneous translator: in one ear and
out his mouth in a different language, and the speakers never had to
wait for him. when his wife's brother and nephew wrote a book
chronicling the family tree from the mid-ninteenth century to now (and
where all the descendants are now) he translated the russian and french
versions to english for us.
he was our family historian, and wrote incessantly after his
retirement. the first was a tatistcheff book, chronicling tatistcheffs
from the time of rurik to himself. he then wrote several volumes of
autobiography. none of us have finished past the first volume or two;
grandfather tended to be a bit pompous and self-aggrandizing. but his
stories were fantastic, and he is the one who instilled in me a pride
of my name. the only thing i want from this is a copy of everything he
wrote.
he was a profoundly religious man with a fantastic voice. to hear him
chant over the effigy of Christ at easter was a special treat. for him
to take his life this way is a horror. he must have been truly
despondent. i hope his god forgave him for this final sin. more so, i
hope *he* forgave himself before he died. i hope the church recognizes
his life of faith and will give him a funeral mass and permit him to be
buried in hallowed ground - anything else would be so wrong.
lee
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| 383.13 | | YUPPY::DAVIESA | Full-time Amazon | Tue Oct 09 1990 13:37 | 8 |
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RE -1
Lee - I'm so sorry.
Your relationship with your grandfather comes through to me in the
warmth with which you write of him.
'gail
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| 383.14 | | EDIT::CRITZ | LeMond Wins '86,'89,'90 TdF | Tue Oct 09 1990 15:05 | 13 |
| Lee,
I'm sorry about your grandfather. He sounded like a very,
very interesting person.
A slight tangent:
As I was reading Lee's description, I thought "how many times
have I [arbitrarily] decided that an older person would not
be interesting to talk to or get to know just because s/he was
much older than me.
Scott
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| 383.15 | | CSSE32::M_DAVIS | Marge Davis Hallyburton | Tue Oct 09 1990 21:13 | 4 |
| What lovely memories, Lee....
hugs,
Marge
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| 383.16 | Ruth Edith Budinoff Wittenberg | ULTRA::WITTENBERG | Secure Systems for Insecure People | Sat Oct 13 1990 17:47 | 71 |
| My grandmother Ruth.
As a young woman she participated in the sufferage movement and
was jailed three times, once because she chained herself and her
sister in law (who was 15 at the time) to the Washington Monument
as part of a demonstration.
She got a degree in mathematics at Barnard, and was one of the
first people to work in mathematical studies of demography. When
her boss was asked to send "his best man over" she was selected,
causing a certain amount of confusion. (She was very short, and
probably looked young, and she was a woman, so definitely not what
they expected.)
I don't know what causes she was involved in when my father was
young, but I know that there were some. My grandparents routinely
entertained a lot of fascinating people and when we asked her why
her house was the meeting place she said "people are hungry, so I
feed them." She was a terrific cook (and taught me most of what I
know of cooking), but how she cooked for a hundred people in that
tiny kitchen I'll never know.
In the early 50s she was on the first New York city community
board which grew into the Landmarks commision, which she chaired
for many years. From that I think she knew everyone in Greenwhich
Village, and led the successful fight to get the Jefferson market
courthouse converted to a library. There's a bill pending to name
the square at 6th avenue and 9th St. (next to the library) after
her.
In her early 60s she went south for Martin Luther King's march on
Selma (her children didn't find that out for a few years.) I
suppose we shouldn't have been surprised as I'm told that she
threw someone out of her house in the 30s when he complained
about her inviting blacks to a party. We did think she was a bit
old for demonstrations, but she had no intention of slowing down.
When I knew her she was always cooking huge meals for the family.
We went there every Sunday for dinner, and she always made
something wonderful. She had the whole extended family for
Thanksgiving and didn't allow anyone in the kitchen until dinner
was ready. The kids always whipped the cream for the pies, and
that was our time to visit with her, while the older folks visited
with my grandfather.
She was always quietly (or not so quietly) pushing us to excell at
something. I think it bothered her that my father didn't work more
at making himself better known. A few years ago while I was in
grad school she said that she didn't expect to be around for much
longer and she really wanted to see my get my degree. I said that
I had just earned my masters, and would be happy to walk in
graduation so she could come and kvell. She said "No, not your
masters, I want to see you get a real degree" (a PhD, of course, I
don't think an MD would have been acceptable.) I've talked to a
lot of people in Greenwhich Village who have stories about her
pushing them to succeed in something, and how she convinced them
to persevere.
She was incredibly determined about everything. Two days after she
broke her hip she wanted to leave the hospital for a meeting. They
compromised by moving the meeting (of about 30 people) to the
hospital - completely ignoring the rule about no more than two
visitors. She was equally determined not to admit that her hearing
was going, and we never did get her to wear a hearing aid, though
she would put it in if my father pushed her, it didn't help
because she had taken out the batteries.
She never stopped pushing us, nor the Landmarks commision. She
died two weeks ago; she was 92.
--David
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| 383.17 | | CUPCSG::DUNNE | | Mon Oct 15 1990 17:56 | 4 |
| Wonderful story, David. What an enlightened woman she was!
My sympathy on her passing.
Eileen
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| 383.18 | Kudos to Her Memory | HENRYY::HASLAM_BA | Creativity Unlimited | Mon Oct 15 1990 19:01 | 4 |
| She is the kind of woman I would love to have known, David. Thank
you for sharing her story.
Barb
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| 383.19 | | MANIC::THIBAULT | Crisis? What Crisis? | Tue Oct 16 1990 09:17 | 7 |
| My husband - who's been a wonderful "Mr. Mom" while I've been recovering
from surgery. Now if only he could learn to fold those fitted sheets :-).
And my mom - who helped us out a great deal the first couple of weeks even
tho' she moved all the dishes around :-).
Jenna
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| 383.21 | | RAVEN1::JERRYWHITE | Joke 'em if they can't take a ... | Wed Oct 17 1990 05:15 | 5 |
| Here's how ya fold a fitted sheet .... after washing it, wad it in a
ball - now it's folded. When you're ready to use it, just throw it in
the dryer on "air fluff". Hey, it works ...
Jerry (who *does* know how to fold those contraptions ...)
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| 383.22 | you mean some people own more than one? | TLE::RANDALL | self-defined person | Wed Oct 17 1990 11:23 | 4 |
| I thought you folded them by smoothing them gently over the
mattress from which you removed them for washing?
--bonnie
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| 383.23 | | WRKSYS::STHILAIRE | Food, Shelter & Diamonds | Wed Oct 17 1990 13:23 | 7 |
| Re fitted sheets, I fold them by wadding them in a ball, also, but I
don't bother putting them in the dryer before putting them on the bed.
I don't care if my sheets are a little bit wrinkled, or if they're
folded properly, for that matter.
Lorna
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| 383.24 | | RAVEN1::JERRYWHITE | Joke 'em if they can't take a ... | Fri Oct 19 1990 05:35 | 9 |
| re - 1
Lorna, I guess you and my wife are the only 2 women in the world that
think like that - BLESS YOU ! 8^)
Besides, if you have a waterbed, they get pretty wrinkled pretty quick
anyhow ...
Jerry (who still matches his socks though ...)
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