A little tire-d
Friday May 06th 2016, 11:28 pm
Filed under: Family,Life,Spinning

My grandparents built their dream home long ago and Uncle Bob spent his teenagerhood in it.

But then Grampa got elected to the Senate and they sold that house and rented a basement apartment for their Utah address–two apartments, the other in DC where there was a postwar boom and housing shortage, were enough to have to pay for.

And so another couple lived out their lives in my grandparents’ lovely place with the stone front and the floor-to-ceiling windows across the long living room at the back, very Californian and with a beautiful view across the valley.

And then that house came on the market again at long last. Uncle Bob snatched it up. But he too had to have a DC spot when he won his father’s old Senate seat, and so my aunt and uncle split their time between the two homes. After the next-door neighbor dropped a large tree on their Salt Lake City roof…the Basement Troll tradition began.

Our youngest was one of several nieces and nephews over the years whom they took in to help them keep tabs on the place. But mostly it was to look out for the kids more than the house–it’s hard to get started without a little help.

So many stories. So much generosity. So much more than I could ever describe. My cousin with $61,000 in medical bills (and that was with insurance) after her baby girl died while waiting on the heart transplant list, leaving her healthy twin a singleton. Uncle Bob could do something about the money part of it so he quietly did.

Here, meantime, the day was basically this (after a quick trip to Purlescence to replace my broken wheel band, thank you Sherry, this is the last of your purple cashmere) and this. I think I got very gently rear-ended in the rain, too, but when I pulled over the person drove off and on that ten-year-0ld bumper, well, what’s one more scratch, right?

I think the screw in the tire came later.

A little normal life. It’s a good thing, really. We thanked the AAA guy and he seemed less stress when he left then when he’d arrived, and that felt good.


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I’m glad it was just a gentle rear-ending, but sorry it seems to be hit-and-run. My sympathies to the loss of your uncle. I’m enjoying learning about him through your stories. “So much generosity” seems to be the very core of your family.

Comment by DebbieR 05.07.16 @ 6:20 am

That purple cashmere, years ago, made a lovely small Hap shawl for a little girl I adopted at Sunday School–my little “wild woman” who is now 12 years old.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 05.07.16 @ 7:18 am

I saw this on Ravelry and thought you might like to see it.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 05.07.16 @ 7:26 am

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