11-7-99 Su 3:20 PM
I'm on an airplane to Portland. A Southwest 737. Dad and I drove from the hospital to an all-night store and got some juice and donuts to take to Grandma's house. I looked through photo albums with pictures of Grandpa with the Eskimos in Greenland in 1942, where he'd been assigned U-boat patrol aboard the Arundel. There were also pictures of him playing football in the thirties and coverage of his and grandma's wedding in a newspaper article. His grandfather had built Haverstraw, and his father had been mayor. My dad says they lost the money in South American bonds. When he came back from Greenland was when they got married, and Grandma traveled with him to San Francisco where he got shipped out to the Pacific to retake the Philippines and New Guinea. He worked on tug that rescued ailing vessels, and they often had to shoot at Zeros that attacked. He came home in 1946. That's the year my dad was born. The sun came up while we were at Grandma's. We went back up to Dad's house. Joan cooked up some bacon and eggs. I went up to bed and slept a while. Neighbors came over with dishes of food. Football on TV. I'm not clear on yesterday. We ate lasagna at the table, but no one could get started. I said, "Should we say grace or something tonight?" I got tabbed to say it. "God, thank you for bringing us all together tonight. Please let Grandpa know that we love him and will always consider him at this table with us." Then we ate. Grandma wanted to go home after dinner. I said, "Do you want to be alone tonight, Grandma, or would you like some company. She said she wouldn't mind some company. I tabbed Bernie to go. I thought it might be better since she's a girl. I don't know. Maybe I should have gone. I stayed with my dad. He told a lot of stories complaining about Grandpa leaving at four in the morning to go to Fort Ticonderoga for family vacation and not letting them swim at the lake because of polio. He told how Grandpa used to dig holes for phone-line posts and how gigantically strong he was after years of that. I watched "Saving Private Ryan" after everyone had gone to bed. I felt further blasted by it. Dad came down because he couldn't sleep, but he passed out with his head in his hands.
I'm on an airplane to Portland. A Southwest 737. Dad and I drove from the hospital to an all-night store and got some juice and donuts to take to Grandma's house. I looked through photo albums with pictures of Grandpa with the Eskimos in Greenland in 1942, where he'd been assigned U-boat patrol aboard the Arundel. There were also pictures of him playing football in the thirties and coverage of his and grandma's wedding in a newspaper article. His grandfather had built Haverstraw, and his father had been mayor. My dad says they lost the money in South American bonds. When he came back from Greenland was when they got married, and Grandma traveled with him to San Francisco where he got shipped out to the Pacific to retake the Philippines and New Guinea. He worked on tug that rescued ailing vessels, and they often had to shoot at Zeros that attacked. He came home in 1946. That's the year my dad was born. The sun came up while we were at Grandma's. We went back up to Dad's house. Joan cooked up some bacon and eggs. I went up to bed and slept a while. Neighbors came over with dishes of food. Football on TV. I'm not clear on yesterday. We ate lasagna at the table, but no one could get started. I said, "Should we say grace or something tonight?" I got tabbed to say it. "God, thank you for bringing us all together tonight. Please let Grandpa know that we love him and will always consider him at this table with us." Then we ate. Grandma wanted to go home after dinner. I said, "Do you want to be alone tonight, Grandma, or would you like some company. She said she wouldn't mind some company. I tabbed Bernie to go. I thought it might be better since she's a girl. I don't know. Maybe I should have gone. I stayed with my dad. He told a lot of stories complaining about Grandpa leaving at four in the morning to go to Fort Ticonderoga for family vacation and not letting them swim at the lake because of polio. He told how Grandpa used to dig holes for phone-line posts and how gigantically strong he was after years of that. I watched "Saving Private Ryan" after everyone had gone to bed. I felt further blasted by it. Dad came down because he couldn't sleep, but he passed out with his head in his hands.